Hence rumors dear shall rise and rise
Of my descending and disguise;
Whereat the slave’s freed soul shall sing:
A Caliph looked into his eyes:
How is he, then, so mean a thing?
By torchlight of such memories
The Caliph in himself he sees.
Thus, being loved, shall live my name,
Glowing in the general flame
Of the people’s hearth and heart;