“Scarlet and blue in radiant hue
They wander through Space and Time.
But none of mortal birth, save Thou
May know the rhythm or rhyme.
Great is Suleyman Daood’s son!
Great is Allah! the Only One!
When Life is lost, then Death is won.
But by virtue of the sacred fire
Here be the few who may ne’er expire.” ...
Faint and weary with soul oppressed,