The lightning suddenly Unsheathed its flaming sword, The fleet it overtook, And the broad sails in the van Like a potter's vessel broke The great ships of the line; They vanished and ceased to be, With thine horses through the sea! THE LEAP OF ROUSHAN BEG. Seeking refuge and relief, Up the mountain pathway flew. Such was Kyrat's wondrous speed, Reach the dust-cloud in his course. More than maiden, more than wife, More than gold and next to life Roushan the Robber loved his horse. In the land that lies beyond Erzeroum and Trebizond, Garden-girt his fortress stood; Plundered khan, or caravan Journeying north from Koordistan, Gave him wealth and wine and food. Seven hundred and fourscore Men at arms his livery wore, Did his bidding night and day; Now, through regions all unknown, He was wandering, lost, alone, Seeking without guide his way. Suddenly the pathway ends, Loud the torrent roars unseen; Thirty feet from side to side Yawns the chasm; on air must ride Following close in his pursuit, Reyhan the Arab of Orfah Halted with his hundred men, Shouting upward from the glen, "La Illáh illa Alláh !" Gently Roushan Beg caressed "O my Kyrat, O my steed, O thou soul of Kurroglou ! "Soft thy skin as silken skein, Kyrat, then, the strong and fleet, Drew together his four white feet, Paused a moment on the verge, Measured with his eye the space, And into the air's embrace Leaped as leaps the ocean surge. As the ocean surge o'er sand Rolled like pebbles on a shore. Roushan's tasselled cap of red Careless sat he and upright; Flash of harness in the air, Of a sword drawn from its sheath; Thus the phantom horseman passed, And the shadow that he cast Leaped the cataract underneath. Reyhan the Arab held his breath Passed above him. "Allahu!" Cried he. "In all Koordistan HAROUN AL RASCHID. ONE day, Haroun Al Raschid read "Where are the kings, and where the rest Of those who once the world possessed? "They're gone with all their pomp and show, They're gone the way that thou shalt go. "O thou who choosest for thy share The world, and what the world calls fair, "Take all that it can give or lend, But know that death is at the end!" Haroun Al Raschid bowed his head: KING TRISANKU. VISWAMITRA the Magician, By his spells and incantations, Up to Indra's realms elysian Raised Trisanku, king of nations. Indra and the gods offended Hurled him downward, and descending In the air he hung suspended, With these equal powers contending. Thus by aspirations lifted, By misgivings downward driven, Human hearts are tossed and drifted Midway between earth and heaven. |