Where the sea forever splashes
On desolate cliffs so high,
Where the moon shines warm and bright
In the sweet hour of twilight,
Where, in pleasure-havens basking,
Muslims spend their days,
There, the enchantress, softly smiling,
Handed me a talisman’s gaze.
Talisman
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