Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг)

The Jester

There are three degrees of bliss
At the foot of Allah's Throne,
And the highest place is his
Who saves a brother's soul
At peril of his own.
There is the Power made known!

There are three degrees of bliss
In Gardens of Paradise,
And the second place is his 
Who saves his brother's soul
By exellent advice.
For there the Glory lies!

There the are three degrees of bliss
And three abodes of the Blest,
And the lowest place is his 
Who has saved a soul by jest
And  a brother's soul in sport...
But there do the Angels resort!

1. The First Chantey
2. The Cursing of Stephen
3. Anchor Song
4. Darzee's Chaunt
5. Tarrant Moss

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