Oromia Posted November 22, 2006 Now you depart, and though your way may lead Through airless forests thick with hagar trees, Places steeped in heat, stifling and dry, Where breath comes hard, and no fresh breeze can reach— Yet may God place a shield of coolest air Between your body and the assailant sun. And in a random scorching flame of wind That parches the painful throat, and sears the flesh, May God, in His compassion, let you find The great-boughed tree that will protect and shade Sayyid Mahammed `Abdille Has-san http://www.islamonline.net/English/ArtCulture/Literature/Poetry/2006/09/01.shtml Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
