Ah Bilkis, Bilkis where the jangle of your camel bells? Bilkis when out of Saba lope of your sharp-smelling dromedaries will bring the unnameable strong wine you press from the dazzle of the zenith over the shining sand of your desert the wine you press there in Saba? Bilkis your voice loud above the camel bells white sword of dawn to split the fog, Bilkis your small strong hands to tear the hands from about my throat. Ah Bilkis when out of Saba? _Pera Palace_ * * * * * Transcribers' note: The original spelling has been retained. Text in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_). One typographical error was corrected: Jasdin-->Jardin du Luxembourg.