Solilquoy In Samarkand Poem by Thomas Vaughan Jones

Lament of the Khan

In Samarkand my world is harsh and hot,
while sand and grit prohibit naked lust.
How can we ask the girls for what they’ve got
When all their nicer bits are caked in dust?
The desert doesn’t care for Nature’s call
It takes delight to find it can entrammel
the passions that can overcome us all,
and I must find my solace with a camel.



Terse reply from a Mongol

Da Comrade. This is very true. But once again the
bourgeoisie get all the privileges while the proletariat
are left with the dregs. You always get the prettiest camel.
Mine always runs the fastest,

Dospadanya.