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What was that?
A cat’s shadow by moonlight?
Or what was that
now scudding past my sight?
A cloud, or one who rides,
who rides at dead of night?

So told this tale a desert pilgrim to his son:
"That day the sun seemed from my brow
a camel's hair away. Below my feet
burning liquid gold. Upon a dune
a figure stood like none I ever saw.
But for Allah's mercy
I that day had died where
 on my kneesI fell.

Was this Sheikh Maut,
of whom once Abdul spake
in fearful tone.’ The night
Infant brother died, I saw
an angel's shape lowering over the cradle
where he lay and snatched
me thought his very breath away? '
And many more have told such tales.
Some say in black,
some say in white
some say in garbs of
gold an purple stripe
Sheikh Maut appears in palaces,
or where the beggar cries:’ For Allah,
and His mercy's sake a coin, a coin.'
I heard no voice save that
of sand and wind:
'Here all is one, the endless sea of land,
but not to mock, he preaches unto deaf and blind.
It is to teach the brotherhood of Man'"

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