Night and morn with busiest care;
His wife alone—through shame or grief—
Stays away from the suffering Chief.
Wherefore, as soon as his illness was gone,
Wrote he thus to the Sensitive One—
“Go thy way from my house and hearth,
And bide with the mother that gave thee birth.”
Sad was Ayoob at the sudden word!
It pierced her tender heart like a sword.
Hark! the sound of a charger’s tramp—