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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409711" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fugitive. (Tartar Song, From The Prose Version Of Chodzko)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>'He is gone to the desert land <br>I can see the shining mane <br>Of his horse on the distant plain, <br>As he rides with his Kossak band! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come back, rebellious one! <br>Let thy proud heart relent; <br>Come back to my tall, white tent, <br>Come back, my only son! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thy hand in freedom shall <br>Cast thy hawks, when morning breaks, <br>On the swans of the Seven Lakes, <br>On the lakes of Karajal. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I will give thee leave to stray <br>And pasture thy hunting steeds <br>In the long grass and the reeds <br>Of the meadows of Karaday. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I will give thee my coat of mail, <br>Of softest leather made, <br>With choicest steel inlaid; <br>Will not all this prevail?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'This hand no longer shall <br>Cast my hawks, when morning breaks, <br>On the swans of the Seven Lakes, <br>On the lakes of Karajal. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I will no longer stray <br>And pasture my hunting steeds <br>In the long grass and the reeds <br>Of the meadows of Karaday. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Though thou give me thy coat of mall, <br>Of softest leather made, <br>With choicest steel inlaid, <br>All this cannot prevail. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What right hast thou, O Khan, <br>To me, who am mine own, <br>Who am slave to God alone, <br>And not to any man? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'God will appoint the day <br>When I again shall be <br>By the blue, shallow sea, <br>Where the steel-bright sturgeons play. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'God, who doth care for me, <br>In the barren wilderness, <br>On unknown hills, no less <br>Will my companion be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When I wander lonely and lost <br>In the wind; when I watch at night <br>Like a hungry wolf, and am white <br>And covered with hoar-frost; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yea, wheresoever I be, <br>In the yellow desert sands, <br>In mountains or unknown lands, <br>Allah will care for me!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Sobra, the old, old man,-- <br>Three hundred and sixty years <br>Had he lived in this land of tears, <br>Bowed down and said, 'O Khan! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If you bid me, I will speak. <br>There's no sap in dry grass, <br>No marrow in dry bones! Alas, <br>The mind of old men is weak! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I am old, I am very old: <br>I have seen the primeval man, <br>I have seen the great Gengis Khan, <br>Arrayed in his robes of gold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What I say to you is the truth; <br>And I say to you, O Khan, <br>Pursue not the star-white man, <br>Pursue not the beautiful youth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Him the Almighty made, <br>And brought him forth of the light, <br>At the verge and end of the night, <br>When men on the mountain prayed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He was born at the break of day, <br>When abroad the angels walk; <br>He hath listened to their talk, <br>And he knoweth what they say. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gifted with Allah's grace, <br>Like the moon of Ramazan <br>When it shines in the skies, O Khan, <br>Is the light of his beautiful face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When first on earth he trod, <br>The first words that he said <br>Were these, as he stood and prayed, <br>There is no God but God! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And he shall be king of men, <br>For Allah hath heard his prayer, <br>And the Archangel in the air, <br>Gabriel, hath said, Amen!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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'He is gone to the desert land 
I can see the shining mane 
Of his horse on the distant plain, 
As he rides with his Kossak band! 

'Come back, rebellious one! 
Let thy proud heart relent; 
Come back to my tall, white tent, 
Come back, my only ..."></div>
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