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We went for a moonlight row on the sea. The boat boy sang a melodious chant, which Halil translated for me:
"O God, the night is dark where is my Beloved? His loss is worse to me than blindness. They said to me, ' We will bring Thy Loved One back '; But still He cometh not to me. O God,louboutin, Who art the God of Love, Keep not my Loved One from me,enaaacombined_3979, Give back to me my Lover, although Thou take mine eyes."
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We lunched in a rocky pass covered with exquisite wild flowers, and pillowing our heads on our saddles we slept under the shade of some olive trees till the cool of the evening.
Then we rode on past the three Rothschild Jewish colonies set in a glorious flowered plain, until, passing through a wonderful valley between two hills, we came suddenly upon the Bridge of the Daughters of Jacob. There we found a guard sent to meet us by a Turkish governor. To display their zest they spent the night round about our tents, letting off revolvers at imaginary thieves. It was a lovely camping-ground we occupied that night in a field by the side of the old bridge built by the Romans to span the Jordan, which here became a torrent.
We rode that morning through an entrancing flower country, over a Persian carpet (I can use no other word for it) of wild blossoms almost reaching to the girths of our horses. And they were not delicate little blossoms as are those of our fields, but large, waxy blooms like begonias, of yellow, red,christian louboutin pas cher ohhdf11, and all the pastel tints. I shall never forget the beauty of it.
Anon we passed the deserted pest-stricken village of Imhaffa where the dead cattle stank insufferably. Vultures hovered everywhere or sat gorged in ghastly rows, every now and then sweeping down afresh upon their hideous prey. The villagers, who are Turcomans,enaaacombined_3979, had fled the stricken spot. They were out under canvas miles away, and would not return until winter frosts improved the atmosphere.