Wasted him prayer a-through the long-lived night,
And flooding tears ne’er cease to dim his sight.
Memory of Him shall cheer his lonely room:
Th’ Almighty nearest is in nightly gloom.
The Refuge helpeth such Fakir in need;
Help e’en the cattle and the wingèd breed:
Allah for sake of him of wrath is fain,
And for the grace of him shall fall the rain;
And if he pray one day for plague to stay,
‘Twill stay, and ‘bate man’s wrong and tyrants slay.