(Mirza)

 The reverent Mussulman bends low to greet You, Tschatir Dagh, Crimea's bright-masted ship! World-altar,—minaret—the place where dip Down stairs from golden Heaven for the feet! You guard the door of God in splendor meet, Like Gabriel with holy sword on hip; In bright mist mantled from the toe to lip, Tour turban set with alien stars and sweet. 

You, Tschatir Dagh, Crimea's bright-masted ship!

Down stairs from golden Heaven for the feet!

Like Gabriel with holy sword on hip;

Tour turban set with alien stars and sweet.

 If winter rule the world, or summer's sun, If Giaour rage about, or winds are wild, Above them, Tschatir Dagh, you, changeless one, Are like to Allah, pure and undefiled; Aloft you tower from out the lowly sod To give to men again the will of God. 

If Giaour rage about, or winds are wild,

Are like to Allah, pure and undefiled;

To give to men again the will of God.

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TSCHATIR DAGH

(The Pilgrim)

 Below me half a world I see outspread; Above, blue heaven; around, peaks of snow; And yet the happy pulse of life is slow, I dream of distant places, pleasures dead. The woods of Lithuania I would tread Where happy-throated birds sing songs I know; Above the trembling marshland I would go Where chill-winged curlews dip and call o'er head. 

Above, blue heaven; around, peaks of snow;

I dream of distant places, pleasures dead.

Where happy-throated birds sing songs I know;

Where chill-winged curlews dip 

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