The hookah’s[18] smoke ascends on high;
And every step springs light and free—
O! ’tis a goodly company!
XIII.
But little weens the hadgi now,
How suffering may blanch his brow;
The horrors of the fell Simoom[19]
Not yet have filled his heart with gloom;
But still the hour comes on, when all
Beneath its fiery breath may fall.