What that name might imply.
Though his smile is so pleasant and placid,
A Sheitan there lurks in each eye.
Istamboul was the spot
Where we played, and you'd guess
That the Giaour got it hot—
Found himself in a mess.
Yet he played it on me, did that Giaour,
In a way that was loathsome—no less.
We sat down to the game,