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EL MAHDI TO THE TRIBES.
The songs of Israfil to hear,
The face of God to see!
The face of God to see!
Allah! I long for the onset!
Moslems! welcome the day
When forth in the rosy dawn we sweep
As victors to the fray!
For fierce as the lion leaping
At night from his woody lair;
Dread as the hot simoom whose breath
No living thing may dare;
Strong as the sun when he mounts the sky
To bathe in the western sea—
So fierce, to the godless of the earth,
So dread, so strong are we!
And by the soul of Mohammed—
Nay, by the Throne of God—
The Infidel and the Spoiler
Shall into the dust be trod,
And away by the winds of heaven
As worthless chaff be blown,
And the Prophet and true Believers
Shall rule in the earth alone!
Moslems! welcome the day
When forth in the rosy dawn we sweep
As victors to the fray!
For fierce as the lion leaping
At night from his woody lair;
Dread as the hot simoom whose breath
No living thing may dare;
Strong as the sun when he mounts the sky
To bathe in the western sea—
So fierce, to the godless of the earth,
So dread, so strong are we!
And by the soul of Mohammed—
Nay, by the Throne of God—
The Infidel and the Spoiler
Shall into the dust be trod,
And away by the winds of heaven
As worthless chaff be blown,
And the Prophet and true Believers
Shall rule in the earth alone!
