7.
I love the fair face of the maid in her youth,[fp]
Her caresses shall lull me, her music shall soothe;[fq]
Let her bring from the chamber her many-toned lyre,
And sing us a song on the fall of her Sire.
8.
Remember the moment when Previsa fell,[173] [32.B.]
The shrieks of the conquered, the conquerors' yell;
The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we shared,
The wealthy we slaughtered, the lovely we spared.
9.
I talk not of mercy, I talk not of fear;
He neither must know who would serve the Vizier:
Since the days of our Prophet the Crescent ne'er saw
A chief ever glorious like Ali Pashaw.
10.
Dark Muchtar his son to the Danube is sped,[174]
Let the yellow-haired[175] Giaours[176] view his horse-tail[177] with dread;
When his Delhis[178] come dashing in blood o'er the banks,
How few shall escape from the Muscovite ranks!
11.
Selictar![179] unsheathe then our chief's Scimitār;
Tambourgi! thy 'larum gives promise of War.[fr]
Ye Mountains, that see us descend to the shore,
Shall view us as Victors, or view us no more!