The Cry Of Thy Throat By Rumi Balkhi

The cry of thy throat
Is the trumpet’s note,
The clarion clear
Filling hearts with fear.
Be loud thy call,
Until prostrate fall
Proud emperor,
Poor slave at the door.

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