ONE day the Sultan, grand and grim, Ordered the Mufti brought to him. "Now let thy wisdom solve for me The question I shall put to thee. "The different tribes beneath my sway Four several sects of priests obey; Now tell me which of all the four Is on the path to Heaven's door." The Sultan spake, and then was dumb. The Mufti looked about the room, And straight made answer to his lord, Fearing the bowstring at each word: "Thou, godlike in thy lofty birth, Who art our Allah upon earth, Illume me with thy favoring ray, And I will answer as I may. "Here, where thou thronest in thy hall, I see there are four doors in all; And through all four thy slaves may gaze Upon the brightness of thy face. "That I came hither safely through Was to thy gracious message due, And, blinded by thy splendor's flame, I cannot tell the way I came." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHILOSOPHER by EMILY JANE BRONTE JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG by FRANCIS BRET HARTE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 106 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ROSE TREE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS FREQUENTLY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |