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Birds are drowsing on the branches.
Sleep, my darling child.
At your cradle, in the field,
A stranger sits and sings.
Once you had another cradle
Woven out of joy.
And your mother, oh your mother
W…
Then Khalīāl answered God:
“I have sworn an oath upon the Truth;
I will not hold back my hand from Isaac
Until my oath is carried out. O Lord,
My condition to desist is a witnessed covenant,
That…
(Short Poems in Prose)