To describe Zaira, a great burden,
In vain shall I attempt,
To gain nothing but neglect.
To describe Zaira, a great enigma,
In harmony of memory flowing through.
Damned by a heavenly stigma,
In tyranny of tragedy blowing through.
To describe Zaira, a great poetry in motion,
In symphony shall I speak?
To wound its memories around its city walls,
Is to see the mere metaphor in the city