scented the clear breeze that lifted the veil of the love
of the son of the Khan.
And the girl married the Archer Prince whose love kissed the
buds of fire that scented the clear breeze that lifted the
veil of the love of the son of the Khan.
Street Song of Thibet.
TURKESTAN
DISTICH
Your face upon a drop of purple wine
Shows like my soul poised on a bead of blood.