On The Road

They passed with ceremony and with song,
With clouds about their feet they passed along —
(It is a dusty highway from Tangler.)
Bound for the mosque were they, praying for rain,
I was a prisoner and I wore a chain —
(It is a long, white road to Mequinez.)

" Brothers, " said I, " what need to seek so high?
Behold, I bear a cloud in either eye;
Are not my tears enough?
Ye shall have no parched lands nor barren years. "
" Truly, " quoth they, " but these thy proffered tears
Are dark with blood, O prince! "
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Mu'tamid, King of Seville
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