Ya Mohammed by Kamala Das
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Ya Mohammed
Ya Mohammed,
May the lord shower
His grace upon him!
You are the golden dawn
That illuminates the dark Arabian
nights.
The last prophet
Who fight for fidelity and truth.
We hear about the luminosity of that
face
Even after the long fourteen
centuries.
We are unfortunate
Who came late,
We blame our fate.
Oh, the master
Esteemed by more than
Forty generations
We prepare for you,
The banquets of love.
You came like the raindrops,
On the desert, unexpectedly;
The rain has long gone,
Yet, as a golden memory, it remains,
In each tiny speck of sand.
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