The Luzumiyat

I25

The sable wings of Night pursuing day
Across the opalescent hills, display
The wondrous star-gems which the fiery suns
Are scattering upon their fiery way.

II

O my Companion, Night is passing fair,
Fairer than aught the dawn and sundown wear;
And fairer, too, than all the gilded days
Of blond Illusion and its golden snare.

III26

Hark, in the minarets muazzens call
The evening hour that in the interval
Of darkness Ahmad might remembered be—
Remembered of the Darkness be they all.