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 Only with whispered looks the thought passed round in silence,

'This thing can no man bring, nor he were a Jinn in cunning,

Not though on wings he flew.' But Amer in his longing,

Swore he the deed would do for sake of her, Betina.

And when I learned it all, how it had fared in council,

From my poor head the wits, O Sheykh Salame wandered.

And since that day of trouble—listen, O Helali,—

Around the world of men have I in anguish wandered,

Seeking of kings and chiefs and princes of the Arabs

Which one shall help our case, and all in turn have answered,

'This is a deed of deeds meet only for Salame.

There is but one thy help, he of Helal ibn Amer.'

Thus have I come to thee on my soul's faith, Salame,

Thee the champion proved of all whose hearts are doubting,

Thee the doer of right, the scourge of the oppressor,

Thee the breeze in autumn, thee the winter's coolness,

Thee the morning's warmth after a night of watching,

Thee the wanderer's joy, well of the living water,

Thee to thy foeman's lips as colocynth of the desert,

Thee the river Nile, in the full day of his flooding,

When he hath mounted high and covereth the islands.

Behold me thus for thee clothed in the robes of amber.

Beyond thee there is none save the sole Lord of pity.

Thou art my last appeal, O Helali Salame,