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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420722" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Khan's Devil</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Khan came from Bokhara town<br>To Hamza, santon of renown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My head is sick, my hands are weak;<br>Thy help, O holy man, I seek.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In silence marking for a space<br>The Khan's red eyes and purple face,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thick voice, and loose, uncertain tread,<br>'Thou hast a devil!' Hamza said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Allah forbid!' exclaimed the Khan.<br>Rid me of him at once, O man!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nay,' Hamza said, 'no spell of mine<br>Can slay that cursed thing of thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Leave feast and wine, go forth and drink<br>Water of healing on the brink</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Where clear and cold from mountain snows,<br>The Nahr el Zeben downward flows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Six moons remain, then come to me;<br>May Allah's pity go with thee!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Awestruck, from feast and wine the Khan<br>Went forth where Nahr el Zeben ran.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Roots were his food, the desert dust<br>His bed, the water quenched his thirst;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the sixth moon's scimetar<br>Curved sharp above the evening star,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sought again the santon's door,<br>Not weak and trembling as before,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But strong of limb and clear of brain;<br>'Behold,' he said, 'the fiend is slain.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nay,' Hamza answered, 'starved and drowned,<br>The curst one lies in death-like swound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But evil breaks the strongest gyves,<br>And jins like him have charmed lives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'One beaker of the juice of grape<br>May call him up in living shape.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When the red wine of Badakshan<br>Sparkles for thee, beware, O Khan,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'With water quench the fire within,<br>And drown each day thy devilkin!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thenceforth the great Khan shunned the cup<br>As Shitan's own, though offered up,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With laughing eyes and jewelled hands,<br>By Yarkand's maids and Samarcand's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, in the lofty vestibule<br>Of the medress of Kaush Kodul,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The students of the holy law<br>A golden-lettered tablet saw,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With these words, by a cunning hand,<br>Graved on it at the Khan's command:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'In Allah's name, to him who hath<br>A devil, Khan el Hamed saith,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wisely our Prophet cursed the vine<br>The fiend that loves the breath of wine,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No prayer can slay, no marabout<br>Nor Meccan dervis can drive out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I, Khan el Hamed, know the charm<br>That robs him of his power to harm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Drown him, O Islam's child! the spell<br>To save thee lies in tank and well!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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To Hamza, santon of renown.

'My head is sick, my hands are weak;
Thy help, O holy man, I seek.'

In silence marking for a space
The Khan's red eyes and purple face,

Thick voice, and loose, uncertain tread,
'Thou h..."></div>
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