The Ghazul, or Oriental Love-Song
THE ROCKS. 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.
This poem is in the public domain.