ON THE TOMB OF SAYID
by: Abd Almalec Alharithy
- LEST are
the tenants of the tomb!
- With envy I their lot survey;
- For SAYID shares the solemn gloom,
- And mingles with their mouldering clay.
- Dear youth! I'm doom'd thy loss to mourn
- When gathering ills around combine;
- And whither now shall MALEC turn,
- Where look for any help but thine?
- At this dread moment when the foe
- My life with rage insatiate seeks,
- In vain I strive to ward the blow,
- My buckler falls, my sabre breaks.
- Upon thy grassy tomb I knelt,
- And sought from pain a short relief--
- Th' attempt was vain -- I only felt
- Intenser pangs and livelier grief.
- The bud of woe no more represt,
- Fed by the tears that drench'd it there,
- Shot forth and fill'd my labouring breast
- Ready to blossom in despair.
- But tho' of SAYID I'm bereft,
- From whom the stream of bounty came,
- SAYID a nobler meed has left--
- Th' exhaustless heritage of fame.
- Tho' mute the lips on which I hung,
- Their silence speaks more loud to me
- Than any voice from mortal tongue,
- "What SAYID was let MALEC be."
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"On the Tomb of Sayid"
is reprinted from Specimens of Arabian Poetry, From the Earliest
Time to the Extinction of the Khaliphat. Trans. J.D. Carlyle.
Cambridge: John Burges, 1796.