Watching the unsuspecting fair;

And whilst in sleep unguarded lying,

Their slightest movement, breathing, sighing,

He catches with devouring ear.

O! curst that moment inauspicious

Should some loved name in dreams be sighed,

Or youth her unpermitted wishes

To friendship venture to confide.

What pang is Giray's bosom tearing?

Extinguished is his loved chubouk,

Whilst or to move or breathe scarce daring,

The eunuch watches every look;

Quick as the chief, approaching near him,

Beckons, the door is open thrown,

And Giray wanders through his harem

Where joy to him no more is known.

Near to a fountain's lucid waters

Captivity's unhappy daughters

The Khan await, in fair array,

Around on silken carpets crowded,

Viewing, beneath a heaven unclouded,

With childish joy the fishes play

And o'er the marble cleave their way,

Whose golden scales are brightly glancing,

And on the mimic billows dancing.

Now female slaves in rich attire

Serve sherbet to the beauteous fair,

Whilst plaintive strains from viewless choir

Float sudden on the ambient air.

TARTAR SONG.

I.

Heaven visits man with days of sadness,

Embitters oft his nights with tears;

Blest is the Fakir who with gladness