Classic Poem

ARABIA .

Hail, glorious Caliph of the dear, dead days!
In your domains Art blossomed strong, secure!
Wise were your lips, noble your heart and pure,
Your worthy reign was one of utter praise.

In merchant's garb disguised, with black Mesrour,
You threaded lovely Bagdad's inner ways,
To see your people at their tasks and plays,
To guard the innocent and to bless the poor.

Whene'er of your magnificence I dream,
The luminous Orient rises proud and bright,
I see grand Mosques and minarets that gleam,
Saracen warriors rushing to the fight!
Vast, turbaned hosts, banners that wave and stream,
One mighty revel of color, pomp and light!