'Antar, The Poem of Antara (1881)
“ Profusely and copiously it descends; and every evening the stream, which nothing intercepts, gushes rapidly through it. 18. The flies remain in it with incessant buzzing, and their murmurs are like the song of a man exhilarated with wine: 19. Their sound, when they strike their slender legs against each other, is like the sound of a flint, from which the sparks are forced by a man with one arm, intent upon his labour. 20. While thou, fair Abla, reclinest both evening and morning on the lap of a soft couch, I pāss whole nights on the back of a dark-coloured horse well caparisoned: 21. ”
