Yusuf
The honor of Egypt lay vanquished
Before the splendor of the moon
It mattered but little whether
The shirt was torn from the rear
Or from the front
Yusuf would still be sent to the prisons
Perhaps the deathly darkness of the dungeons
Deserved the blinding luminosity of a Prophet
More than anything else…
It is said,
In the slave market of Egypt
A poor woman was found
Bidding for the beautiful youth
She only wanted her name to be included
In the list of people
Who wanted to bid for Yusuf …
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