1. The morn unveiled in splendor newly drest,
More glorious rays investing either west;

2. I scarce distinguished if the dawning day
Outshone the stars that lit the Milky Way.

3. A palace white without one spot to mar,
With silver gleaming like the morning star;

4. Where stately ships once stemmed the battle-tide,
When the green sea was red with gore self-dyed.

5. A pass whence issued many a lion-whelp,
Whose lightning terrified the fox's whelp,

6. While knight 'gainst knight went tilting on the plain
Till all were stretched upon that battle-plain.

7. O thou, whose tent guarded a faultless pearl,
O'er which the musk shed fragrance like a girl's,

8. What troops are these? what mules and litters bright?
What parting guests leave tokens of delight?

9. Have robes and cushions lain neglected here,
Of purple tint or yellow, fringed and dear?

10. Turn not on me those fawn-like eyes of jet,
A single glance hath made my bosom's throne upset.

11. Thy languid lids have brought me Sammah's fate;
Not his dark mole that worked his soul's collapse.

12. And though thy arrows , shot from bows of jet,
Have pierced me through, sweet poison glad I've met.

13. Far distant now life's future seems to lie,
The present only wakes my raptured eye,

14. But time will tear the veil and clearly show
How Abdul Aziz deals his gallant blow;

15. When mounts his horse, beneath his tread the land
Seems roseate, and his path is ambergris most bland.

16. Afar his glory spreads, while everywhere
His name is heard and men his name revere;

17. He wakes, while youth and wisdom round him cling,
Things that seem folly from the wisest king.

18. Couldst thou behold him pondering o'er his state
Twere doubtful if 'twere thought or dawn's first ray.

19. We fear the consequence of steps misplaced,
But equity in him keeps all firm-based.

20. So well he knows how rightly to control
The stream of things without one breach or shoal.

21. Before him vanquished are his enemies, -
The days are subject to him that swiftly rise.

22. He is the East whence springs their gleamy day,
The goblet foaming withlimpid spray.

23. Thy sword wins bloodless every victory,
And valour must be shown when met by thee;

24. As though thy spear drank blood and not mere wine,
Thy stroke seems dealt by arm of hero-line;

25. Abu Hassáin, thanks ! But words are weak to tell
How virtue fails thy wondrous gifts to parallel;

26. And though my song falls short of what is meet,
Thy pardon, friend, 'twill humbly, gladly greet.

27. The ode seems tedious and of little worth ,
But from the noble 'tis a thing of birth;

28. So take this robe, time's self shall wear away
Ere the rich tissue know or spot or fray;

29. But happier he who wears the gift of one
That far outshines him as the dazzling sun.

30. Mount higher yet till envying stars on high
Confess no meteor can attain that sky !