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The seven braids of the Koran
Hang in the ranchhand's shadow.
O, indubitable Koran, kingdom
Of deposed husbands, of slippers
Of pearl, of David, and all the singers
Of Judea! Green milk flows
From the guava, from the bread tree, and
Your truth arrives years before its time,
Clothed in red and in saffron.
Tributes flow over a hundred mountains,
Through the valleys, from the four
Kingdoms of the sea. Their kings strike
Coins in rare metals, their queens
Seek the clear depth, their horses
Run on without fault, pursuing
This greatest prize: O, glory over glory,
The seven braids of the Koran,
Now hung from the ranchhand's shadow!
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