The night was chilled and cold,
and the people were fully warm,
and I, like a strange vogabond,
wandered near the Faisal's farm.

a fallen leaf, tweany and pallid,
crept to my slowly paced feet,
as, to her mother, a crying kid,
and I put it on my palm, then into pocket.

Oh! Yes, it was shivering much
like a baby contracted with fever,
I felt its fast heartbeats and such
a critical condition I saw never.
I heard it say as I continued my errand
" life needs care on this beautiful earth
and a single and balm-smeared hand
be praised and God had better fire his hearth."