THE GHAZUL, OR ORIENTAL LOVE-SONG.

I was a timid little antelope; My home was in the rocks, the lonely rocks.

I saw the hunters scouring on the plain; I lived among the rocks, the lonely rocks.

I was a-thirsty in the summer-heat; I ventured to the tents beneath the rocks.

Zuleikah brought me water from the well; Since then I have been faithless to the rocks.

I saw her face reflected in the well; Her camels since have marched into the rocks.

I look to see her image in the well; I only see my eyes, my own sad eyes. My mother is alone among the rocks.