The secret hands removed the lids, <br />Curtains between the vision and the eyes, <br />And made a show of eternal reality. <br /> <br />The rectangular cloud-like substance, <br />Extended from the East to the North, <br />Stretched in the sky in thousands of acres, <br />Incredibly white, and glaring bright, <br />The most appealing to the parched hearts, <br />Cast celestial delight, pleasing to recall. <br />Though thousands of miles was far away, <br />Yet beheld I the spectacle vividly, <br />The phenomenon hidden to the eyes carnal. <br /> <br />I saw the Seventy Two clad, <br />In the bright gaily dresses, radiant costumes, <br />Riding on the white swift flying horses, <br />In cheerfulness unknown to the temporal world, <br />In the glaring brilliance the seemed merged, <br />Like a reflection in the huge mirror, <br />Or as the enchanting fishes with coloured fins, <br />Swim into the most transparent still waters. <br /> <br />A saint standing with white long beard, <br />Whispered, “They are no doubt the Seventy Two, <br />Who stepped beyond, in the love of God, <br />By quenching thirst of the Sandy Land, <br />With the reserved blood of the innocent, <br />To prove faith in Him at the hours, <br />When conceived satanic devices came out, <br />To desecrate, confound the fair scheme, <br />And in reward He endeared wrapping them all, <br />In brilliance of His own where woeful, <br />Pangs would never trouble Them again.”<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-seventy-two/
