Daily quote by Edwin Arnold

• He who died at Azan sends
  This to comfort all his friends:—
  Faithful friends! It lies I know
  Pale and white and cold as snow;
  And ye say, 'Abdallah’s dead!'
  Weeping at the feet and head.
  I can see your falling tears,
  I can hear your sighs and prayers;
  Yet I smile and whisper this:
  I am not the thing you kiss.
  Cease your tears and let it lie;
  It was mine—it is not I.
  • After Death in Arabia.