Oh, fair is my Yashmak, as sweet as a mosque That's worn by the dreamy vizier, She dances as light as a dainty kiosk, Her voice is more dulcet to hear Than any zenana or dervish or kohl That sings in the narghileh tree, While the bulbuls swim round in the odalisque bowl And the alcoran serves her with tea. She nibbles sweet fez as she plays her kureel With a jeweled bismillah of gold, She smokes her seraglio then for a spell On a kibouk of curious mold. Yes, fair is my Yashmak and lovely and gentle, But, though I've scarce praised her at all, I've used up, I find, all the words Oriental That I can exactly recall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVER'S MESSAGE; SONG by JOHN DRYDEN TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. by JOHN KEATS THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 13 by OMAR KHAYYAM FRANCE; THE 18TH YEAR OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN THE DARKNESS OF EGYPT by MARIA ABDY ELLEN BRINE OV ALLENBURN by WILLIAM BARNES WHY? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |