The Song of Timùr the Lame. (Imitated from the Persian)
Reading edition
Listen to me, my nightingale, My darling, my light, and my rose! I am sick of war and carnage, I long for peace and repose. My scimetar’s flash in the light Is not so bright as thy glances, And the beams ’neath thine eyelids bright Shame the flash of my spearmen’s lances.