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Evening Prayer
MUCHAIL'S EVENING PRAYER.

At sunset all the married Mussulmans of Kasan fell on their knees upon the flat roofs of the houses and praised the One and cried: "I thank God that I am not made a woman!"

Only the old Muchail, who was more than eighty years old and had a whole life's experience, stood erect with his arms crossed and knitted his brows and cried or chanted loudly:

"Grimy with labor, to my home I reel,
 Now that the glowing star of eve doth summon,
 Keen as a glimmer on Damascus steel.
 I grieve, oh God, I was not made a woman.
 Not that meseemeth in Thy plan
 A woman is more fair than is a man.
 He is to her—such boldness doth endow
 His form, and so half-rakish he doth pride him—
 As is the fiery bull unto the cow
 That licks her udder lazily beside him.
 Nor soon in me the thought doth fade
 That all of Kasan's town by man was made.
 He doth not murmur, though he slave for both.
 Late by the lamp he holds his weary session,
 The while his women empty, nothing loth,
 The sherbet glass, and prate of man's oppression.
 'Twas his worn hand that dug the well, where burst
 The cooling streams that quench these women's thirst.

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