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The minaret-cryer's chaunt of glee

Now here, and now there, giving warmth as it files Sung from his lighted gallery,'

From the lips to the cheeks, from the cheek to a And answer'd by a ziraleet

eyes, From neighbouring Haram, wild and sweet ; Now melting in mist and now breaking in gleams, The merry laughter, echoing

Like the glimpses a saint hath of Heav'n in his dreams From gardens, where the silken swing When pensive it seem'd as if that very grace, Wafts some delighted girl above

That charm of all others, was born with her face; The top leaves of the orange grove;

And when angry,--for e'en in the tranquillest clim Or, from those infant groups at play

Light breezes will ruffle the blossoms sometimes Among the tents” that line the way,

The short passing anger but seem'd to awaken Flinging, unaw'd by slave or mother,

New beauty, like flowers that are sweetest wberi Handfuls of roses at each other!

shaken. If tenderness touch'd her, the dark of her eye

1 And the sounds from the Lake,—the low whisp'ring At once took a darker, a heavenlier dye, boats,

From the depth of whose shadow, like holy revealing As they shoot through the moonlight;—the dipping From innermost shrines, came the light of her feeling

Then her mirth-oh! 'twas sportive as ever took win: And the wild, airy warbling that every where floats, From the heart with a burst, like a wild-bird in Spring Through the groves, round the islands, as if all the Ulum'd by a wit that would fascinate sages, shores

Yet playful as Peris just loos’d from their cages.' Like those of Kathay utter'd music, and gave

While her laugh, full of life, without any control An answer in song to the kiss of each wave !3

But the sweet one of gracefulness, rung from her soul; But the gentlest of all are those sounds, full of feeling, And where it most sparkled no glance could discover, That soft from the lute of some lover are stealing, - In lip, cheek, or eyes, for she brighten'd all over,Some lover, who knows all the heart-touching power Like any fair lake that the breeze is upon, Of a lute and a sigh in this magical hour.

When it breaks into dimples and laughs in the sun. Oh! best, of delights, as it every where is,

Such, such were the peerless enchantments that To be near the lov'd One,—what a rapture is his NOURMAHAL the proud Lord of the East, for her slave; Who in moonlight and music thus sweetly may glide And though bright was his Haram,--a living parterre O'er the Lake of CASHMERE, with that one by his side! Of the flowers? of this planet—though treasures were If Woman can make the worst wilderness dear,


1 Think, think what a heav'n she must make of Cash- For which Soliman's self might have given all the

So felt the magnificent Son of ACBAR,4

That the navy from OPHIR e'er wing'd to his shore, When from power and pomp and the trophies of war

Yet dim before her were the smiles of them all, He flew to that Valley, forgetting them all

And the Light of his Haram was young NOURMAHAL!
With the Light of the Haram, his young NOURMAHAL. But where is she now, this night of joy,
When free and uncrown'd as the Conqueror rov'd

When bliss is every heart's employ?-
By the banks of that Lake, with his only belov'd, When all around her is so bright,
He saw, in the wreaths she would playfully snatch So like the visions of a trance,
From the hedges, a glory his crown could not match,

That one might think, who came by chance
And preferr'd in his heart the least ringlet that curl'd Into the vale this happy night,
Down her exquisite neck to the throne of the world!

He saw the City of Delight

In fairy-land, whose streets and towers There is a beauty, for ever unchangingly bright,

Are made of gems and light and flowers !
Like the long, sunny lapse of a summer-day's light,

Where is the lov'd Sultana ? where,
Shining on, shining on, by no shadow made tender,
Till Love falls asleep in its sameness of splendour.

When mirth brings out the young and fair,

Does she, the fairest, hide her brow,
This was not the beauty-oh! nothing like this,
That to young NOURMAHAL gave such magic of bliss ;

In melancholy stillness now?
But that loveliness, ever in motion, which plays Alas—how light a cause may move
Like the light upon Autumn's soft shadowy days, Dissensions between hearts that love!

Hearts that the world in vain had tried ; 1 "It is the custom among the women to employ the

And sorrow but more closely tied; Maazeen to chaunt from the gallery of the nearest minaret, That stood the storm, when waves were rough, which on that occasion is illuminated, and the women as

Yet in a sunny hour fall off, sembled at the house respond at intervals with a ziraleet or joyous chorus."-Russell.

Like ships that have gone down at sea, 2 " At the keeping of the Feast of Roses we beheld an When heav'n was all tranquillity! infinite number of ients pitched, with such a crowd of men, women, boys and girls, with music, dances,” etc. etc.Herbert.

1“In the wars of the Dives with the Peris, whenever the 3 “An old commentator of the Chou-King says, the an- former took the latter prisoners, they shut them up in iron cients having remarked that a current of water made some cages, and hung them on the highest trees. Here they were of the stones near its bunks send forth a sound, they detached visited by their companions, who brought them the choicest some of them, and being charmed with the delightful sound odours."-Richardson. they emitted, constructed King or musical instruments of 2 In the Malay language the same word signifies womes them."-Grosier.

and flowers. 4 Jehanguire was the son of the Great Acbar.

3 The capital of Shadukiam. See note, p. 54


A something, light as air—a look,

In vain the Valley's smiling throng A word unkind, or wrongly taken

Worship him, as he moves along;
Oh! love, that tempests never shook,

He heeds them not-one smile of hers
A breath, a touch like this bath shaken. Is worth a world of worshippers ;
And ruder words will soon rush in

They but the Star's adorers are,
To spread the breach that words begin :

She is the Heav'n that lights the Star!
And eyes forget the gentle ray
They wore in courtship's smiling day;

Hence is it too, that NOURMAHAL,
And voices lose the tone that shed

Amid the luxuries of this hour, A tenderness round all they said ;

Far from the joyous festival, Till fast declining, one by one,

Sits in her own sequester'd bower, The sweetnesses of love are gone,

With no one near, to soothe or aid, And hearts, so lately mingled, seem

But that inspir'd and wond'rous maid, Like broken clouds,—or like the stream,

NAMOUNA, the Enchantress ;-one, That smiling left the mountain's brow,

O'er whom his race the golden sun As though its waters ne'er could sever, For unremember'd years has run, Yet, ere it reach the plain below,

Yet never saw her blooming brow Breaks into floods, that part for ever.

Younger or fairer than 'tis now.

Nay, rather, as the west wind's sigh Oh you, that have the charge of Love,

Freshens the flower it passes by, Keep him in rosy bondage bound,

Time's wing but seem'd, in stealing o'er, As in the Fields of Bliss above

To leave her lovelier than before. He sits, with flowrets fetter'd round;'—

Yet on her smiles a sadness hung, Loose not a tie that round him clings,

And when, as oft, she spoke or sung Nor ever let him use his wings;

Of other worlds, there came a light For ev'n an hour, a minute's flight

From her dark eyes so strangely bright, Will rob the plumes of half their light.

That all believ'd nor man nor earth Like that celestial bird, -whose nest

Were conscious of NAMOUNA's birth! Is found beneath far Eastern skies,

All spells and talismans she knew, Whose wings; though radiant when at rest,

From the great Mantra,' which around Lose all their glory when he flies !2

The Air's sublimer Spirits drew, Some difference, of this dangerous kind,

To the gold gems? of Afric, bound
By which, though light, the links that bind

Upon the wandering Arab's arm,
The fondest hearts may soon be riven;
Some shadow in love's summer heaven,

To keep him from the Siltim’g’ harm.

And she had pledg'd her powerful art,
Which, though a fleecy speck at first,

Pledg'd it with all the zeal and heart
May yet in awful thunder burst ;-
Such cloud it is, that now hangs over

Of one who knew, though high her sphere,

What 'twas to lose a love so dear,
The heart of the Imperial Lover,
And far hath banish'd from his sight

To find some spell that should recall

Her SELIM's6 smile to NOURMAHAL!
His NOURMAHAL, his Haram's Light!
Hence is it, on this happy night,
When Pleasure through the fields and groves

'Twas midnight—through the lattice, wreath'd Has let loose all her world of loves,

With woodbine, many a perfume breath'd And every heart has found its own,

From plants that wake when others sleep,

From timid jasmine buds, that keep He wanders, joyless and alone,

Their odour to themselves all day, And weary as that bird of Thrace,

But, when the sun-light dies away, Whose pinion knows no resting-place."

Let the delicious secret out In vain the loveliest cheeks and


To every breeze that roams about;This Eden of the earth supplies

When thus NAMOUNA :—“'Tis the hour Come crowding round-the cheeks are pale,

That scatters spells on herb and flower, The eyes are dim—though rich the spot

And garlands might be gather'd now, With every flower this earth has got,

That, twin'd around the sleeper's brow, What is it to the nightingale,

Would make him dream of such delights, If there his darling rose is not ?

Such miracles and dazzling sights, 1 See the representation of the Eastern Cupid pinioned closely round with wreaths of flowers, in Picart's Cérémonies constant heart, for more than the sweet breath of his beReligieuses.

loved rose."-Jami. 2. Among the birds of Tonquin is a species of goldfinch, 1" He is said to have found the great Mantra, spell or which sings go melodiously that it is called the Celestial Bird talisman, through which he ruled over the elements and Its wings, when it is perched, appear variegated with beau- spirits of all denominations."-Wilford. tiful colours, but when it flies they lose all their splendour." 2" The gold jewels of Jinnie, which are called by the Grosier.

Arabs El Herrez, from the supposed charm they contain." 3“ As these birds on the Bosphorus are never known to Jackson. rest, they are called by the French 'les ames damnées.” 3“ A demon, supposed to haunt woods, &c. in a human Dalloway.

shape."--Richardson. 4" You may place a hundred handfuls of fragrant herbs 4" The name of Jehanguire before his accession to the and flowers before the nightingale, yet he wishes not, in his throne.

As Genii of the Sun behold,

Who heaps her baskets with the flowers At evening, from their tents of gold

And leaves, till they can hold no more, Upon the horizon—where they play

Then to NAMOUNA flies, and showers Till twilight comes, and, ray by ray,

Upon her lap the shining store. Their sunny mansions melt away!

With what delight th' Enchantress views Now, too, a chaplet might be wreath'd

So many buds, bath'd with the dews Of buds o'er which the moon has breath'd,

And beams of that bless'd hour!-her glance Which worn by her, whose love has stray'd,

Spoke something, past all mortal pleasures, Might bring some Peri from the skies,

As, in a kind of holy trance, Some sprite, whose very soul is made

She hung above those fragrant treasures, Of flowrets' breaths, and lovers' sighs,

Bending to drink their balmy airs, And who might tell-'1

As if she mix'd her soul with theirs.

And 'twas, indeed, the perfume shed
for me,”

From flow'rs and scented flame that fed
Cried NOURMAHAL impatiently, —

Her charmed life-for none had e'er “Oh! twine that wreath for me to-night.”

Beheld her taste of mortal fare, Then rapidly, with foot as light

Nor ever in aught earthly dip, As the young musk-roe's, ont she flew

But the morn's dew, her roseate lip. To cull each shining leaf that grew

Fill'd with the cool, inspiring smell, Beneath the moonlight's hallowing beams

Th’ Enchantress now begins her spell, For this enchanted Wreath of Dreams.

Thus singing, as she winds and weaves
Anemones and Seas of Gold,

In mystic form the glittering leaves :-
And new-blown lilies of the river,
And those sweet flowrets, that unfold
Their buds on CAMEDEVA's quiver;2-

I know where the winged visions dwell
The tube-rose, with her silvery light,

That around the night-bed play; That in the Gardens of Malay

I know each herb and flowret's bell, Is call'd the Mistress of the Night,

Where they hide their wings by day. So like a bride, scented and bright,

Then hasten we, maid, She comes out when the sun's away.

To twine our braid, Amaranths, such as crown the maids

To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade. That wander through Zamara's shades ;4–

The image of love, that nightly flies And the white moon-flower, as it shows

To visit the bashful maid, On SERENDIB's high crags to those

Steals from the jasmine flower, that sighs Who near the isle at evening sail,

Its soul, like her, in the shade. Scenting her clove-trees in the gale ;

The hope, in dreams, of a happier hour In short, all flowrets and all plants,

That alights on misery's brow, From the divine Amrita tree,'

Springs out of the silvery almond-flower, That blesses heaven's inhabitants

That blooms on a leafless bough,' With fruits of immortality,

Then hasten we, maid, Down to the basil tuft, that waves

To twine our braid, Its fragrant blossom over graves,

To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade. And to the humble rosemary,

The visions that oft to worldly eyes Whose sweets so thanklessly are shed

The glitter of mines unfold, To scent the desert'-and the dead,

Inhabit the mountain-herb, that dyes All in that garden bloom, and all

The tooth of the fawn like gold. Are gather'd by young NOURMAHAL,

The phantom shapes-oh touch not them

That appal the murderer's sight, 1" Hemasagare, or the Sea of Gold, with flowers of the

Lurk in the fleshy mandrake's stem, brightest gold colour."-Sir W. Jones. 2“ This tree (the Nagacosara) is one of the most de

That shrieks, when torn at night! lightful on earth, and the delicious odour of its blossoms Then hasten we, maid, justly gives them a place in the quiver of Camadeva, or the

To twine our braid, God of Love."-M. 3 “ The Malavans style the tube-rose (Polianthes tube

To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade. rosa) Sandal Malam, or the Mistress of the Night.”—Pen

The dream of the injur'd, patient mind, nant. 4 The people of the Batia country in Sumatra (of which

That smiles at the wrongs of men, Zamara is one of the ancient names) “when not engaged in Is found in the bruis'd and wounded rind war, lead an idle, inactive life, passing the day in playing on a kind of flute, crowned with garlands

flowers, among

Of the cinnamon, sweetest then! which the globe-amaranthus, a native of the country, most

Then hasten we, maid, ly prevails. -Marsden.

To twine our braid, 5 “ The largest and richest sort (of the Jambu or rose

To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade. apple) is called Amrita or immortal, and the mythologists of Tibet apply the same word to a celestial tree, bearing ambrosial fruit." -Sir W. Jones.

1" The almond-tree, with white flowers, blossoms on the 6 Sweet-basil, called Rayhan in Persia, and generally bare branches."- Hasselquist. found in church-yards.

2 An herb on Mount Libanus, which is said to commu7“ In the Great Desert are found many stalks of lavender nicate a yellow golden hue to the teeth of the goats and and rosemary."-Asiat. Res.

other animals that graze upon it.

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No sooner was the flowery crown
Plac'd on her head, than sleep came down,
Gently as nights of summer fall,
Upon the lids of NOURMAHAL;-
And, suddenly, a tuneful breeze,
As full of small, rich harmonies
As ever wind, that o'er the tents
Of Azab' blew, was full of scents,
Steals on her ear and floats and swells,

Like the first air of morning creeping
Into those wreathy, Red-Sea shells,

Where Love himself, of old, lay sleeping;'And now a spirit form’d, 'twould seem,

Of music and of light, so fair,
So brilliantly his features beam,

And such a sound is in the air
Of sweetness, when he waves his wings,
Hovers around her, and thus sings :-

And Hope from a heavenly note flies on,

To a note more heavenly still that is near!
The warrior's heart, when touch'd by me,
Can as downy soft and as yielding be,
As his own white plume, that high amid death
Through the field has shone-yet moves with a

And, oh, how the eyes of beauty glisten,

When Music has reach'd her inward soul,
Like th' silent stars, that wink and listen
While Heay'n's eternal melodies roll!

So, hither I come,

From my fairy home,
And if there's a magic in Music's strain,

I swear by the breath

Of that moonlight wreath,
Thy lover shall sigh at thy feet again.

From CHINDARA's) warbling fount I come, 'Tis dawn—at least that earlier dawn,

Call'd by that moonlight garland's spell ; Whose glimpses are again withdrawn,' From ChindaRA's fount, my fairy home,

As if the morn had wak'd, and then
Where in music, morn and night, I dwell; Shut close her lids of light again.
Where lutes in the air are heard about,

And NOURMAHAL is up, and trying
And voices are singing the whole day long, The wonders of her lute, whose strings-
And every sigh the heart breathes out

Oh bliss !-now murmur like the sighing
Is turn'd, as it leaves the lips, to song!

From that ambrosial Spirit's wings!
Hither I come

And then, her voice—'tis more than human-
From my fairy home,

Never, till now, had it been given
And if there's a magic in Music's strain,

To lips of any mortal woman
I swear by the breath

To utter notes so fresh from heaven;
Of that moonlight wreath,

Sweet as the breath of angel sighs,
Thy Lover shall sigh at thy feet again.

When angel sighs are most divine.

“ Oh! let it last till 'night,” she cries, For mine is the lay that lightly floats,

“ And he is more than ever mine." And mine are murmuring, dying notes,

And hourly she renews the lay, That fall as soft as snow on the sea,

So fearful lest its heavenly sweetness And melt in the heart as instantly!

Should, ere the evening, fade away, And the passionate strain that, deeply going,

For things so heavenly have such fleetness ! Refines the bosom it trembles through,

But, far from fading, it but grows As the musk-wind, over the water blowing, Richer, diviner as it flows; Ruffles the wave, but sweetens it too!

Till rapt she dwells on every string,

And pours again each sound along, Mine is the charm, whose mystic sway

Like Echo, lost and languishing The Spirits of past Delight obey :

In love with her own wondrous song. Let but the tuneful talisman sound,

That evening, (trusting that his soul And they come, like Genii, hovering round.

Might be from haunting love releas'd And mine is the gentle song, that bears

By mirth, by music, and the bowl) From soul to soul, the wishes of love,

Th' Imperial Selim held a Feast As a bird, that wafts through genial airs

In his magnificent Shalimar; The cinnamon seed from grove to grove." In whose Saloons, when the first star 'Tis I that mingle in one sweet measure

Of evening o'er the waters trembled, The past, the present, and future of pleasure ;

The Valley's loveliest all assembled ; When Memory links the tone that is gone

All the bright creatures that, like dreams, With the blissful tone that's still in the ear;

Glide through its foliage, and drink beams

Of beauty from its founts and streams, 1 The myrrh country:

And all those wandering minstrel-maids, 2 “ This idea (of deities living in shells, was not unknown to the Greeks, who represent the young Nerites, one of the Who leave how can they leave?—the shades Cupids, as living in shells on the shores of the Red Sea."- Of that dear Valley, and are found Wilford.

3 " A fabulous fountain, where instruments are said to be constantly playing."- Richardson.

1" They have two mornings, the Soobhi Kazim, and the 4. The Pompadour pigeon is the species, which, by Soobhi Sadig, the false and the real day-break.”—Waring carrying the fruit of the cinnamon to different places, is a 2 « The waters of Cachemir are the more renowned fronta great disseminator of this valuable tree.”-See Brown's its being supposed that the Cachemirians are indebted fua Ilustr. Tab. 19.

their beauty to them."- Ali Yezdi. L

Those songs,

Singing in gardens of the South'

Of melting sweetness, and the pears that ne'er so sweetly sound

And sunniest apples that CAUBUL' As from a young Cashmerian's mouth;

In all its thousand gardens? bears. There too the Haram's inmates smile ;

Plantains, the golden and the green, Maids from the West, with sun-bright hair, Malaya's nectar'd mangusteen ;) And from the Garden of the NILE,

Prunes of BOKARA, and sweet nuts Delicate as the roses there ;?

From the far groves of SAMARKAND, Daughters of Love from CYPRUS' rocks,

And Basra dates, and apricots, With Paphian diamonds in their locks ;)

Seed of the Sun, from Iran's land ;Light Peri forms, such as there are

With rich conserve of Visna cherries, On the gold meads of CANDAHAR ;*

Of Orange flowers, and of those berries And they, before whose sleepy eyes,

That, wild and fresh, the young gazelles In their own bright Kathaian bowers,

Feed on in Erac's rocky dells. Sparkle such rainbow butterflies,

All these in richest vases smile, That they might fancy the rich flowers,

In baskets of pure sandal-wood, That round them in the sun lay sighing,

And urns of porcelain from that isle' Had been by magic all set flying!

Sunk underneath the Indian flood, Every thing young, every thing fair

Whence oft the lucky diver brings From East and West is blushing there.

Vases to grace the halls of kings. Except-except-oh NOURMAHAL !

Wines too, of every clime and hue, Thou loveliest, dearest of them all,

Around their liquid lustre threw ; The one, whose smile shone out alone,

Amber Rosolli, -the bright dew Amidst a world the only one !

From vineyards of the Green-Sea gushing ;' Whose light, among so many lights,

And Shiraz wine, that richly ran Was like that star, on starry nights,

As if that jewel, large and rare, The seaman singles from the sky,

The ruby, for which CUBLAI-CHAN To steer his bark for ever by!

Offer'd a city's wealth,'' was blushing
Thou wert not there—so SELIM thought,

Melted within the goblets there!
And every thing seem'd drear without thee:
But ah! thou wert, thou wert-and brought

And amply SELIM quaffs of each,
Thy charm of song all fresh about thee.

And seems resolv'd the floods shall reach Mingling unnotic'd with a band

His inward heart-shedding around Of lutanists from many a land,

A genial deluge, as they run, And veil'd by such a mask as shades

That soon shall leave no spot undrown'd,

For Love to rest his wings upon.
The features of young Arab maids,
A mask that leaves but one eye free,

He little knew how well the boy
To do its best in witchery,–

Can float upon a goblet's streams, She rov'd, with beating heart, around,

Lighting them with his smile of joy ;And waited, trembling, for the minute,

As bards have seen him, in their dreams, When she might try if still the sound

Down the blue Ganges laughing glide Of her lov'd lute had magic in it.

Upon a rosy lotus wreath," The board was spread with fruits and wine;

Catching new lustre from the tide

That with his image shone beneath.
With grapes of gold, like those that shine
On Cassin's hills ;'-pomegranates full

1 " The fruits exported from Caubul are apples, pears, pomegranates, etc."-Elphinstone.

2 "We sat down under a tree, listened to the birds, and 1 "From him I received the following little Gazzel, or talked with the son of our Mehmaunder about our country Love Song, the notes of which he committed to paper from and Caubul, of which he gave an enchanting account: that the voice of one of those singing girls of Cachmere, who city and its 100,000 gardens, etc."-Id. wander from that delightful valley over the various parts of “The Mangusteen, the most delicate fruit in the world; India."--Persian Miscellanies.

the pride of the Malay Islands.”-Marsden. 2 " The roses of the Jinan Nile, or Garden of the Nile, 4'"A delicious kind of apricot, called by the Persians (attached to the Emperor of Morocco's palace) are une- tokm-ed-shems, signifying sun's secd.”- Description of qualled, and mattresses are made of their leaves for men of Persia. rank to recline upon."--Jackson.

5“Sweetmeats in a crystal cup, consisting of rose-leaves 3 “On the side of a mountain near Paphos there is a in conserve, with lemon or Visna cherry, orange flowers, cavern which produces the most beautiful rock crystal. On etc."- Russel. account of its brilliancy it has been called the Paphian dia 6 “Antelopes cropping the fresh berries of Erac." - The mond."Mariti.

Moallakat, a poena of Tarafa. 4. “ There is a part of Candahar, called Peria or Fairy 7 Mauri-ga-Sima, an island near Formosa, supposed to Land."-Thevenot. In some of those countries to the North have been runk in the sea for the crimes of its inhabitants. of Indin vegetable gold is supposed to be produced. The vessels which the fishermen and divers bring up from

5 "These are the butterflies, which are called in the Chi- it are sold at an immense price in China and Japan.-Ses nese language Flying Leaves. Some of them have such Kempfer. shining colours, and are so variegated, that they may be 8 Persian Tales. 9 The white wine of Kishma. called Aying flowers ; and indeed they are always produced 10 " The King of Zeilan is said to have the very finest in the finest flower-gardens.”—Dunn.

ruby that was ever seen, Kublai-Kahn sent and offered the 6 "The Arabian women wear black masks with little value of a city for it, but the King answered he would not clasps, prettily ordered."-Carreri. Niebuhr mentions give it for the treasure of the world.”—Marco Polo. their showing but one eye in conversation.

11 The Indians feign that Cupid was first seen floating .? "The golden grapes of Casbin." -Description of Per- down the Ganges on the Nymphæa Nelumho.-See Pexsia.


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