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[No. 2, 
Three Translations from the Hamaseh.—By C. J. Lyall, C. S. 
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.Lo now ! I take my way with the boon of my praise in hand 
to the son of the uncle of Stoutness, Shems the son of Malik : 
I will gladden therewith his heart in the ring where his kinsmen sit, 
as he gladdened mine with gift of goodly <m2&-feeders. 
Little he heeds the pain of labour that lights on him— 
many his heart-stirrings, divers his ends and ways ; 
He journeys day-long in a waste, and at night-fall he enters another 
unliolpen : he rides hare-hacked the steed of perilous deeds. 
5 He outstrips the sweep of the wind as it drives in its course along 
in a whirlwind, following swift on the heels of him who flees. 
When the needle of sleep sews up his eyen, there wanteth not 
a warder to watch, the heart of a wary man and hold. 
He makes his eyen the scouts of his heart, to hid him where 
to draw forth from its sheath the glittering sharp sword-blade ; 
When he shakes it in the breast-hone of a foeman, there flash abroad 
the hindmost teeth in the open mouths of the laughing Dooms. 
He deems the Wild the sweetest of friends, and travels on 
where there journeys above him the Mother of all the clustered stars. 
Notes. 
The measure of this poem is the second form of the Taivil, and runs thus : 
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