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From the wood a sound is gliding, / Vapours dense the plain are hiding, / How yon Dame her son is chiding. / "Son, away! nor longer tarry! / Would the Turks thee off would carry! " / "Ha; the Turkmen know and heed me; / Coursers good the Turkmen breed me."
From the wood a sound is gliding, / Vapours dense the plain are hiding, / Still that Dame her son is chiding: / "Hence, begone! nor longer tarry! / Would the Horde {11} thee off would carry! " / "Ha! the Horde has learnt to prize me; / "Tis the Horde with gold supplies me."