Advertisement

THE MOOR'S SERENADE.

Of the mameluke trees.

Oh, ope thy gehenna,

Zuleima, my love!

The light of the bulbul

Streams down from above:

Advertisement

'T is brighter than Mollah;

But shouldst thou appear,

'T will pale like the djinn

When muezzin is near.

Oh, fly with thine Azim!

Beneath, on the stream

Floats my gilded chibouque

Like a hadji's bright gleam.

The guards of El Bairam

Are sunk in repose;

Advertisement