THE SCORPION
As the dweller among the palms
Is freer than the wanderer in the desert.
The wanderer must find the palms ;
The dweller is at ease.
My heart is a young gazelle
Leaping with love toward my husband.
He is black-bearded and bold and magnificent.
Even on the mom of the wedding he rode forth
Against the infidel.
He is so strong and brave:
God must look favourably upon him,
Bidding him return a conqueror
To the flower of his garden
That awaits his hand to pluck.
[During the last part of the song SIR
RINALDO DE
LA
CHAPELLE, 864107/?;>וof the Knights Templum-, has
entered L. Quid/y, dzsmouuted, tethered his pet/fee}; to
þaim, and
00611861/?”!שוLAYLAH. As she [fulls the
[??}ש”ש/שחthe water he [taps his hands over her
eyes.
She shudders wz‘thfem', but gives up sound.
SIR RINALDO. You are a brave maiden.
LAYLAH. You are—an
infidel.
Ι
had not my dagger,
or your shriek —not mine—would
have summoned
my
kin.
RINALDO. I have a score good knights within sound of my
horn.
And your kin are but the dotards and women and
little children.
Your fighting men are away.
LAYLAH. Ay, slaying your good knights.
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