A flush o’erspread the young Destroyer’s cheek,
He turned his eye towards the Bird
As if in half repentance; for he thought
Of Okba; and his Father’s dying groan
Came on his memory. The celestial Bird
Saw and renewed her speech.
“O Thalaba, if she who in thine arms
“Received the dagger-blow and died for thee,
“Deserve one kind remembrance ... save, O save
“The Father that she loved from endless death!”
“Laila! and is it thou?” the youth replied:
“What is there that I durst refuse to thee?
“This is no time to harbour in my heart
“One evil thought ... here I put off revenge,
“The last rebellious feeling ... be it so!
“God grant to me the pardon that I need
“As I do pardon him!
“But who am I that I should save
“The sinful soul alive?”
“Enough!” said Laila. “When the hour shall come
“Remember me! my task is done.
“We meet again in Paradise!”
She said and shook her wings, and up she soared
With arrow-swiftness thro’ the heights of Heaven.
His aching eye pursued her path,
When starting onward went the Dogs,
More rapidly they hurried on
In hope of near repose.
It was the early morning yet
When by the well-head of a brook
They stopt, their journey done.
The spring was clear, the water deep,
A venturous man were he and rash
That should have probed its depths,
For all its loosened bed below
Heaved strangely up and down,
And to and fro, from side to side
It heaved, and waved, and tossed,
And yet the depths were clear,
And yet no ripple wrinkled o’er
The face of that fair Well.
And on that Well so strange and fair
A little boat there lay,
Without on oar, without a sail,
One only seat it had, one seat
As if for only Thalaba.
And at the helm a Damsel stood
A Damsel bright and bold of eye,
Yet did a maiden modesty
Adorn her fearless brow.
She seemed sorrowful, but sure
More beautiful for sorrow.
To her the Dogs looked wistful up,
And then their tongues were loosed,
“Have we done well, O Mistress dear!
“And shall our sufferings end?”
The gentle Damsel made reply,
“Poor Servants of the God I serve,
“When all this witchery is destroyed
“Your woes will end with mine.
“A hope, alas! how long unknown!
“This new adventurer gives:
“Now God forbid that he, like you,
“Should perish for his fears!
“Poor Servants of the God I serve
“Wait ye the event in peace.”
A deep and total slumber as she spake
Seized them. Sleep on, poor sufferers! be at rest!
Ye wake no more to anguish. Ye have borne
The Chosen, the Destroyer! soon his hand
Shall strike the efficient blow,
Soon shaking off your penal forms shall ye
With songs of joy amid the Eden groves
Hymn the Deliverer’s praise!
Then did the Damsel say to Thalaba,
“The morn is young, the Sun is fair
“And pleasantly thro’ pleasant banks
“The quiet brook flows on....
“Wilt thou embark with me?
“Thou knowest not the water’s way,
“Think Stranger well! and night must come,...
“Wilt thou embark with me?
“Thro’ fearful perils thou must pass,...
“Stranger, the oppressed ask thine aid!
“Thou wilt embark with me!”
She smiled in tears upon the youth,...
What heart were his who could gainsay
That melancholy smile?
“Sail on, sail on,” quoth Thalaba,
“Sail on, in Allah’s name!”
He sate him on the single seat,
The little boat moved on.
Thro’ pleasant banks the quiet brook
Went winding pleasantly;
By fragrant fir groves now it past,
And now thro’ alder-shores,
Thro’ green and fertile meadows now
It silently ran by.
The flag-flower blossomed on its side,
The willow tresses waved,
The flowing current furrowed round
The water-lilly’s floating leaf,
The fly of green and gauzy wing
Fell sporting down its course.
And grateful to the voyager
The freshness of the running stream,
The murmur round the prow.
The little boat falls rapidly
Adown the rapid brook.
But many a silent spring meantime,
And many a rivulet
Had swoln the growing brook,
And when the southern Sun began
To wind the downward way of heaven,
It ran a river deep and wide
Thro’ banks that widened still.
Then once again the Damsel spake,
“The stream is strong, the river broad,
“Wilt thou go on with me?
“The day is fair but night must come....
“Wilt thou go on with me?
“Far far away the mourner’s eye
“Is watching; for our little boat....
“Thou wilt go on with me!”
“Sail on, sail on,” quoth Thalaba,
“Sail on, in Allah’s name!”
The little boat falls rapidly
Adown the river-stream.