AN ARAB CHAUNT.

My steed is black as a night without moon or stars;

He was foaled in vast solitudes;

He is an air-drinker, son of an air-drinker.

His dam also was of noble race,

And our horsemen of the days of powder have surnamed him Sabok.[[55]]

The lightning flash itself cannot overtake him:

Allah save him from the evil eye!

His ears vie with those of the gazelle,

His eyes are the eyes of a woman with wiles,