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Into the city of Kambalu, / By the road that leadeth to Ispahan, / At the head of his dusty caravan, / Laden with treasure from realms afar, / Baldacca and Kelat and Kandahar, / Rode the great captain Alau.
The Khan from his palace-window gazed, / And saw in the thronging street beneath, / In the light of the setting sun, that blazed / Through the clouds of dust by the caravan raised, / The flash of harness and jewelled sheath, / And the shining scymitars of the guard, / And the weary camels that bared their teeth, / As they passed and passed through the gates unbarred / Into the shade of the palace-yard.