 | Hamid the Luckless |  |
[JAAFER, whose memory, 'mid the sea of slaughters]
JAAFER, whose memory, 'mid the sea of slaughtersOf Orient story, 'gainst the bloodstained sky
Upstanding stainless, as a lily high
And radiant, rises from the turbid waters
Of times with evil filled and evil-fautors,—
Thou, to be numbered with their names, that die
Not ever, but the tooth of Time defy,
Most worth that art of Syria's sons and daughters,—
Memorial, these of right to thee belong;
Thy name upon their front for greater grace
I grave, that didst nor saidest aught of base,
Thine, whose fair life a thousand years erewhen
Failed at the tyrant's mandate, yet in song
Undying dures and in the minds of men.
| Hamid the Luckless | |