THE THIRD BOOK. Time will produce events of which thou canst have no idea; and he to whom thou gavest no commission will bring thee unexpected news. MOALLAKAT: Poem of Tarafa. 1. THALABA. ONEIZA, look! the dead man has a ring: ONEIZA. Oh, yes - yes! A wicked man! Whate'er is his must needs Be wicked too. THALABA. But see the sparkling stone! How it hath caught the glory of the Sun, ONEIZA. Why do you take it from him, Thalaba, And look at it so close? It may have charms To blind or poison. Throw it in the grave: I would not touch it. THALABA. And around its rim Strange letters ONEIZA. Bury it; oh! bury it. THALABA. It is not written as the Koran is: Some other tongue perchance. The accursed man Said he had been a traveller. MOATH (coming from the tent). Thalaba, What hast thou there? THALABA. A ring the dead man wore: Perhaps, my father, you can read its meaning. MOATH. No, Boy: the letters are not such as ours. THALABA. Nay, not bury it! It may be that some traveller, who shall enter Our tent, may read it; or, if we approach Cities where strangers dwell and learned men, They may interpret. MOATH. It were better hid Under the desert sands. This wretched man, Whom God hath smitten in the very purpose And impulse of his unpermitted crime, Belike was some magician, and these lines Are of the language that the Demons use. ONEIZA. Bury it, bury it, dear Thalaba! MOATH. Such cursed men there are upon the earth, And of all good: dear purchase have they made THALABA. And he who would have killed me Was one of these? That on the Table of Destiny thy name Thy life by yonder miserable man THALABA. His ring has some strange power, then? MOATH. Every gem, So sages say, hath virtue; but the science, And in yon stone I deem Some such mysterious quality resides. THALABA. My father, I will wear it. MOATH. Thalaba! THALABA. In God's name, and the Prophet's! be its power Good, let it serve the righteous; if for evil, God, and my trust in Him, shall hallow it. 2. So Thalaba drew on Then in the hollow grave They laid Abdaldar's corpse, 3. The Sun arose, ascending from beneath As Thalaba to his ablutions went, The desert dust lay dark and close around; And the night air had been so calm and still, It had not from the grove Shaken a ripe date down. 4. Amazed to hear the tale, Forth from the tent came Moath and his child. Awhile he stood contemplating the corpse Silent and thoughtfully; |