A book that I dicovered
In some Oriental dune
With aged mould was covered
'Neath forgotten Moorish ruin

Not one word could I cipher
Not a syllable revealed
With pictures,dark Mosaics
With mystic signs all-sealed

And later,while on shipboard
Upon my journey home
Much closer I examined
The wonders of this tome

With leather-like Moroccan
It lavishly was bound
Pages of Papyrus,and
Gold foil all around

The script it was a tangle
Of shapes that had no form
Strange stains there were many
This volume was well-worn
The text I thought was Sanskrit
And then Cuneiform

My body bent and aged,my youth I do not scorn
For freshly I remember that Oriental morn
When this evil book uncovered
Like a desert flowers' thorn

The fleeting years gave wisdom
Occult messages foretold
The whispers in the darkness
These messages unfold

At daybreak,come the morning
At the window sit and wait
For the darkness,sweet caresses
For the nightime very late

When the book and I will travel
Cross the years to long ago
Where the Mongol sword had tested
The mighty Turkish bow