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is he come,
- o'er the sand-ocean riding!
- The Prophet, the Lord, the Unerring One,
- to us, to us is he come,
- o'er the sand-ocean sailing!
- Wake the flute and the drum!
- The Prophet, the Prophet is come!
ANITRA
- His courser is white as the milk is
- that streams in the rivers of Paradise.
- Bend every knee! Bow every head!
- His eyes are as bright-gleaming, mild-beaming stars.
- Yet none earth-born endureth
- the rays of those stars in their blinding splendour!
- Through the desert he came.
- Gold and pearl-drops sprang forth on his breast.
- Where he rode there was light.
- Behind him was darkness;
- behind him raged drought and the simoom.
- He, the glorious one, came!
- Through the desert he came,
- like a mortal apparelled.
- Kaaba, Kaaba stands void;-
- he himself hath proclaimed it!
THE CHORUS OF GIRLS
- Wake the flute and the drum!
- The Prophet, the Prophet is come!
- [They continue the dance, to soft music.]
PEER
- I have read it in print-and the saying is true-
- that no one's a prophet in his native land.-
- This position is very much more to my mind