In the Name of God, the Subtle, the Loving
One by one, they passed him by
In the heat and sun, they left him lay
“An orphan,” would they sadly sigh
“How much, really, can his mother pay?”
When come, they did, to seek a child
Slow and weak was their feeble beast
Delayed and detained were they mile after mile
Could not keep up with the group in the least
But they came away with empty hand
Nothing to show for their long journey
Yet they did not want to return to their barren land
With the very same hands, dusted and empty
“Let us go back,” they said to one another,
“Let us take that orphan whom we left at first
He may be blessed even if he is without father
An orphan child may not be such a terrible curse.”
And the blessings came as a nourishing rain
Giving strength and zeal to the once feeble mule
To the amazement of all, dead turned to fruited plain
And plenty after little became the regular rule
One by one, they passed him by
In the heat and sun they left him lay
But little did they know that there lie
A Holy Messenger from The One on High
