Insert: Poem “Call to Prayer”
Call to Prayer
Valley bare below bare mountain,
Scorched all day by Sun’s high arc,
Searching, on the winds it cometh,
Calling to the faithful heart.
From a high tower over dome top,
Looking on the roofs below,
Calling, searching, for the faithful,
“To the East bow thyselves low.”
In the valleys; on the mountains,
All do stop in fear and awe,
Listening to the voice that tells them,
“Time is here; a prayer for all.”
Rich men from the shops go forward,
From the houses they come out,
To the city of their Prophet
Go hearts with no trace of doubt.
Mosques they cannot stay to enter;
No time workers spare for that,
Nor time off from their labours
So the earth their prayer-mat.
Thus for centuries have they heard it.
And for centuries to come;
Till upon this earth they finish
When their Armageddon comes