Dans mon harem se groupe,
Comme un bouquet
Débordant d’une coupe
Sur un banquet,
Tout ce que cherche ou rêve,
D’opium usé,
En son ennui sans trêve,
Un cœur blasé ;
Mais tous ces corps sans âmes
Plaisent un jour...
Hélas ! j’ai six cents femmes,
Et pas d’amour !
La biche et l’antilope,
J...
There came a man, making his hasty moan
Before the Sultan Mahmoud on his throne,
And crying out, “My sorrow is my right,
And I will see the Sultan, and to-night.”
“Sorrow,” said Mahmoud, “is a reverend thing:
I recognize its right, as king with king;
Speak on.” “A fiend has got into my house,”
Exclaimed the staring man, “and tortures us...
