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Updated: May 13, 2025
When too many tiresome people dine here in the evening or when they worry me from home I take a column. But generally half a column's enough good tough Persian roots, and no nonsense. Oh! of course I can read Hafiz and Omar Khayyam, and all that kind of thing. But that's the whipped cream. That don't count. What one wants is something to set one's teeth in. Latin verse will do.
Wherefore he followed him to the mountains and commanded him to be gone, and thus he went." "But who told Hafiz?" questioned Stella, still struggling against unbelief. "How should Hanani know?" murmured the ayah deprecatingly "Hafiz lives in the bazaar. He hears many things some true some false. But that Dacre sahib returned last night and that he now is dead is true, mem-sahib.
Then the flames of the lover's heart burst into song, and he gave utterance to a ghazel now of Hafiz, now of Firdusa, while still more frequently he sang his own songs. Finally, Ibrahim Chan set forth on an expedition against the enemies of Moscow, and thus was afforded a rare opportunity for the enamored Mirza to present himself and his songs to the fair one's notice.
"I am glad I met you this afternoon," she said. "It must be wonderful living in that atmosphere, the atmosphere of might and power, where men and women aren't governed by the finicking rules which vitiate the Western world." He laughed. "You must come along to my little city in the hills where the law is the sword of Muley Hafiz." She looked at him for a moment.
Where did you come from?" for Hafiz, curled down snugly by Faith, had just attracted her notice. "Is he yours, Miss Faith?" "Yes, Martha. Papa gave him to me, and do let papa know, please, how sick we are, so that he can look in on us when he has time," she added, for, unaccustomed to illness, she felt they were almost in danger of their lives, now.
All the utmost science or the most refined pleasure, all that Henri could know of that poetry of the senses which is called love, was excelled by the treasures poured forth by this girl, whose radiant eyes gave the lie to none of the promises which they made. She was an Oriental poem, in which shone the sun that Saadi, that Hafiz, have set in their pulsing strophes.
Presently a voice, low and musical, broke on the darkness, and I thought I could distinguish a tall figure on foot at Isaacs' knee. Whoever the man was he must be on the other side of my companion, but I made out a head from which the voice proceeded. "Peace, Abdul Hafiz!" it said. "Aleikum Salaam, Ram Lal!" answered Isaacs. He must have recognised the man by his voice.
Late in the evening, the act of incendiarism of the preceding night was renewed, and the deserted house of Colonel Abd-el-Kader was in a bright blaze without a native being visible. No yells were heard, nor any other sound. The troops turned out with their usual quiet discipline, but not a shot was fired. The 13th June arrived. Still there were no tidings of either Umbogo, Ramadan, or Hafiz.
Hafiz Rahmat, whom we have lately seen treating with those powers, now became anxious about the money-payments for which he had engaged, in the usual reckless Oriental way, and entered into negotiations with the Mahrattas.
Stella started upright with the words. In the gloom her eyes shone with a sudden feverish light; but it very swiftly died. "Ah, don't torture me, Hanani!" she said. "You mean well, but it doesn't help." "Hanani speaks the truth," protested the old ayah, and behind the enveloping veil came an answering gleam as if she smiled. "My lord the captain sahib spoke with Hafiz this very night.
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