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NTO the city of Kambalu,
By the road that leadeth to Ispahan, At the head of his dusty caravan, Laden with treasure from realms afar, Baldacca and Kelat and Kandahar, Rode the great captain Aläu.
The Khan from his palace-window gazed,
And the weary camels that bared their teeth,
Thus into the city of Kambalu
" Baldacca's Kalif, and he alone, Rose in revolt against thy throne :
His treasures are at thy palace-door,
he wore ;
His body is dust o'er the desert blown.
“A mile outside of Baldacca's gate.
“ As in at the gate we rode, behold,
“I said to the Kalif: "Thou art old, Thou hast no need of so much gold. Thou shouldst not have heaped and hidden it
here, Till the breath of battle was hot and near, But have sown through the land these useless
To spring into shining blades of swords,
“ Then into his dungeon I locked the drone, And left him to feed there all alone
In the honey-cells of his golden hive :
“When at last we unlocked the door, We found him dead upon the floor;