{"collection":"Islam","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/isl/arp/arp026.htm","path":"isl/arp/arp026.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/isl/arp/arp026.htm","text":"Arabian Poetry, by W. A. Clouston, [1881]\nDear youth! I'm doomed thy loss to mourn,\n \u00a0\u00a0When gathering ills around combine;\n And whither now shall Malec turn?\n \u00a0\u00a0Where look for any help but thine?\nAt this dread moment, when the foe\n \u00a0\u00a0My life with rage insatiate seeks,\n In vain I strive to ward the blow\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0My buckler falls, my sabre breaks.\nUpon thy grassy tomb I knelt,\n \u00a0\u00a0And sought from pain a short relief:\n Th\u2019 attempt was vain\u2014I only felt\n \u00a0\u00a0Intenser pangs and livelier grief.\nThe bud of woe, no more represt,\n \u00a0\u00a0Fed by the tears that drenched it there,\n Shot forth and filled my labouring breast,\n \u00a0\u00a0Soon to expand and shed despair.\nThough mute the lips on which I hung,\n \u00a0\u00a0Their silence speaks more loud to me\n Than any voice from mortal tongue:\n \u00a0\u00a0\"What Sayid was, let Malec be!\"","title":"Arabian Poetry: Shorter Pieces of Arabian Poetry: On the Tomb of Sayid, by Abd Almalec Alharithy","type":"page"}