Collected Poems of Henry Derozio: Preface by Manu Samriti Chander; Edited by Amardeep Singh

Fakeer of Jungheera 1.25

Jungheera's craggy base is now 
Beneath Nuleeni's silver feet— 
And who descends its craggy brow 
Her love-lit smile, and cheek to greet? 
O! for the speed of swiftest hound 
At once into her arms to bound! 
O ! for the speed of sunny beam, 
Or eagle's wing, or airy dream, 
Or lightning glance of rapid eye 
From yonder rocky height to fly.— 
And whence is he, and whose the arms 
That circle fair Nuleeni's charms?— 
His dusky brow, his raven hair, 
His limbs of strength, his martial air, 
His eye though softened into love 
Far from the mildness of the dove. 
His baldric round his manly waist, 
His sabre hung, his pistols braced, 
Bespeak him sure some bloody man— 
The chieftain of a robber clan. 
But whence came he?—'tis certain here 
A sainted soul, a meek Fakeer, 
On whom religion's sacred ray 
Shines bright, hath dwelt for many a day.— 
This is the saint—nay can it be 
The holy man?—'tis he! 'tis he! 

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