Now onward moves the caravan;

The movement wakes the dying man;

The houdah[20] is a place of rest,

For he reclines on Selim’s breast;

A faint breeze comes, and seems to give

New life, and bid the dying live.

XXXII.

He softly murmurs in his dreams,

Of cooling shades, and flowing streams;

Perhaps he sees, that dying man,