Yezid I

“The russet suit of camel’s hair,With spirits light and eye serene,Is dearer to my bosom farThan all the trappings of a queen.“The humble tent, and murmuring breezeThat whistles through its fluttering walls,My unaspiring fancy please,Better than towers and splendid halls.“The attendant colts, that bounding fly,And frolic by the litter’s side,Are dearer in Meisuna’s eyeThan gorgeous mules in all their pride.“The watch-dog’s voice, that bays whene’erA stranger seeks his master’s cot,Sounds sweeter in Meisuna’s earThan yonder trumpet’s loud-drawn note.“The rustic youth, unspoil’d by art,Son of my kindred, poor, but free,Will ever to Meisuna’s heartBe dearer, pamper’d fool, than thee!”