I reach the next wild islet and the next,
And lose myself beneath the sun forever.
And now, to Anael!
An. Djabal, I am thine!
Dja. Mine? Djabal's?—As if Hakeem had not been?
An. Not Djabal's? Say first, do you read my thought?
Why need I speak, if you can read my thought?
Dja. I do not, I have said a thousand times.
An. (My secret's safe, I shall surprise him yet!)
Djabal, I knew your secret from the first: