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SEEING
PROPHET'S
GARB
AT
QANDHAR
Qandhar, that place of paradisiac charm,
Its
dust the heart's desire of men of heart.
These
hues, scents, waters!
These
waters glittering like mercury!
Tulips in the coign of the mountains.
fires
frozen within pomegranates.
Its
streets the streets of the friend for us,
O
camel-driver, set the litter for the beautiful one.
I
sing again of the mates of Najd
and
bring the dromedary into ecstasy with my chant.
