Classic Poem

The Adamkhey! Afridee maidens are red and white;
Many and varied are the charms that are theirs,
Great large eyes, long eyelashes, broad eyebrows,
Sugar-lipped, rosy-cheeked, moon-like foreheads,
Tiny mouths like a Rose-bud, even teeth;
Their heads girt with dark tresses, fragrant as Amber,
Their skins as smooth as ivory, bare of hair;
Straight their figures, like Alif; fair their complexions.
Like the Hawk has been my flight along the mountains,
Many a partridge there has been my prey;
The Hawk, whether young or old, seeks its quarry,
But the swoop of the old Hawk is the most unerring.
O! of Lundi's streams the water, and of Bari,
Is sweeter to my mouth than any Sherbet.
The Peaks of the Matari Pass rise straight up to the heavens,
In climbing, climbing upward, one's body is all melted.
I came to the Adamkheyls in Tirah,
Then I parted with them at Khwarrah with sad heart.
Love's troubles are like fire, Khush-hal,
What though the flame be hidden, its smoke is seen.