METRE RAMAL MASHKUL.

I OBSERVE my vigil night-long

In a night that knows no morrow,

And my sighs are cold and barren,

Unavailing is my sorrow.

From my eyes like crimson pearl-drops

Never-ceasing tears are flowing;

For my heart’s a crimson ocean

With its pearls like rubies glowing.

Thou art vain and proud and careless;

When the people lie a-bleeding

Under Thy relentless arrows,

Little reck’st Thou of their pleading

Go to, disappointed minstrel!

Let us cease complaints to utter

Which, unwinged with strong volition,

In a trice to earth must flutter.