O not one day, not two days only,
Not one night hangeth Bida lonely.
The Doub-tree seeth the Sultan come:
“Ha, Bida, art thou then quite dumb?”
“Nay,” said the rogue, “I see two trees,
Two pigeons perching at their ease.
“Your bow and arrow lend,” quoth he,
“And you shall sup right daintily.”
The weapon Bida’s right hand nears—
The Sultan’s pierced between the ears.