Haround al Raschid,
Lord and Master of the Skies,
Calls forth from Harem of the Night,
To show her skills and feast his eyes,
Most beauteous of his cherished lights.
How she beguiles with dancer's art
And of her face shows only part;
Her flimsy veil portends much charm
But now, alas, I see she's gone.
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