by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Translation by Edwin Arnold (1832 - 1904)

Zanouba's Song
Language: English  after the Persian (Farsi) 
O face of the tulip! and bosom
  Of the jasmine! whose Cypress are you?
Whose fate are you, cold-hearted Blossom ? --
  In the Garden of Grace, where you grew,
The lily boasts no more her fragrance,
  And the rose hangs her head at your feet;
Ah! whose is that mouth like the rose-bud,
  Making honey seem no longer sweet ?

You pass, taking hearts; you ensnare one
  Like wine; and your eyes dart a light
As of arrows. Whose are you, most fair one!
  With brow like the crescent of night ?
Have you come to make me, too, your victim ?
  So be it! Ah, loveliest lip,
Give now to this slave who adores you
  One drop from that death-cup to sip."

Note on poem: "Heard at a Nautch, in Bhaonagar Palace, Nov. 1885"


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