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(Mahomed Akram's Night Watch)

night is calm, and all the stars are burning, Around our camp the sands stretch far away, No sound, except the lonely jackals howling, Until the horses, startled, wake and neigh.

Only the walls of one thin tent of canvas, Only a yard of yellow desert sand, Between us two, and yet I know you distant, As though you lived in some far Northern land,

Here, at the doorway of my tent, I linger To watch in yours the shadow and the light, The hungry soul within me burning, burning, As the stars burn throughout the Eastern night.

I know well how you sleep, your head thrown backwards, Your loose hair ruffled up and disarrayed, Your fervent eyes still sombre in their slumber From the dark circle of the lashes' shade.

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