Sher Afzul
This was the tale Sher Afzul told to me,
While the spent camels bubbled on their knees,
And ruddy camp-fires twinkled through the gloom
Sweet with the fragrance from the Sinjib trees.
I had a friend who lay, condemned to death
In gaol for murder, wholly innocent,
Yet caught in webs of luckless circumstance;—
Thou know'st how lies, of good and ill intent,
Cluster like flies around a justice-court,
Wheel within wheel, revolving screw on screw;—
But from his prison he escaped and fled,
Keeping his liberty a night or two
Among the lonely hills, where, shackled still,
He braved a village, seeking for a file
To loose his irons; alas! he lost his life
Through the base sweetness of a woman's smile.
Lovely she was, and young, who gave the youth
Kind words, and promised succor and repose,
Till on the quilt of false security
He found exhausted sleep; but, ere he rose,
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