These words were lightly spoken, "Please, Mahmed, pray for me, As in the Delhi Mosque you go, midst that great crowd I see." Like a flash there came the answer, "Nay, Sa'b, it's alle same, Mohammed is his prophet, but @3your@1 God's is @3my@1 God's name." Tall and lithe he stood there, straight as his own palm tree, With his cameo-like features, carved in bronze he seemed to be. By day he gave us service, was interpreter and guide, By night he warded danger off, slept by our door, outside. No other than Mohammedan hand could touch the food he ate, Many a weary mile he trod of such food to partake. And if perchance he found no way to keep those tenets true, He did without his scanty food, as no Christian's apt to do. His faithfulness to all his work was absolute and true. I've yet to find another man more loyal through and through. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL FOOLS' CALENDER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON BIRTHDAY OF DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TO SPAIN - A LAST WORD by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE TOOTHPICK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM |