Hassan Bedriddin, clad in rags, ill-shod, Sought the great temple of the living God. The worshippers arose and drove him forth, And one in power beat him with a rod. "Allah," he cried, "thou seest what I got; Thy servants bar me from the sacred spot." "Be comforted," the Holy One replied; "It is the only place where I am not." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO LOVE by JOHN DONNE COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SIDE NEAR CALAIS [AUGUST 1802] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH CARMEN SYLVA by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 6 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 148 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE SPIRIT'S WARFARE by WILLIAM BLAKE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 43 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH TO MARY SINTON LEITCH, POET AND FRIEND by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE HE WHO LOSETH HIS LIFE SHALL FIND IT by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |