Mankind the songs of fairies never hear at all,
They are not versed in fairies’ ways, their voices small.—
“Allah, Allah!”[104] cried the sick man, racked with pain the long night through;
Till with prayer his heart grew tender, till his lips like honey grew.
But at morning came the Tempter; said “Call louder, child of Pain!
See if Allah ever hear or answers ‘Here am I,’ again.”
Like a stab, the cruel cavil through his brain and pulses went;
To his heart an icy coldness, to his brain a darkness sent.
Then before him stands Elias; says, “My child, why thus dismayed?
Dost repent thy former fervor? Is thy soul of prayer afraid?”