Like the dun robber,[43] waits his prey.
EXTEMPORE VERSES[44]
(By Ebn Alramacram)
Lowering as Barkaidy's face
The wintry night came in,
Cold as the music of his bass,
And lengthened as his chin.
Sleep from my aching eyes had fled,
And kept as far apart,
As sense from Ebn Fahdi's head,