Tunis, 1807.<\/p>\n
Le vigilant derviche \u00e0 la pri\u00e8re appelle
\nDu haut des minarets teints des feux du couchant.
\nVoici l\u2019heure au lion qui poursuit la gazelle ;
\nUne rose au jardin moi je m\u2019en vais cherchant.
\nMusulmane aux longs yeux, d\u2019un ma\u00eetre que je brave
\nFille d\u00e9licieuse, amante des concerts,
\nEst-il un sort plus doux que d\u2019\u00eatre ton esclave,
\nToi que je sers, toi que je sers ?<\/p>\n
Jadis, lorsque mon bras faisoit voler la prame
\nSur le fluide azur de l\u2019ab\u00eeme calm\u00e9,
\nDu sombre d\u00e9sespoir les pleurs mouilloient ma rame ;
\nUn charme m\u2019a gu\u00e9ri : j\u2019aime et je suis aim\u00e9.
\nLe noir rocher me pla\u00eet ; la tour que le flot lave
\nMe sourit maintenant aux gr\u00e8ves de ces mers :
\nLe flambeau du signal y luit pour ton esclave,
\nToi que je sers, toi que je sers !<\/p>\n
Belle et divine es-tu, dans toute ta parure.
\nQuand la nuit au harem je glisse un pied furtif !
\nLes tapis, l\u2019alo\u00e8s, les fleurs et l\u2019onde pure.
\nSont par toi prodigu\u00e9s \u00e0 ton jeune captif.
\nQuel bonheur ! au milieu du p\u00e9ril que j\u2019aggrave,
\nT\u2019entourer de mes bras, te parer de mes fers,
\nM\u00ealer \u00e0 tes colliers l\u2019anneau de ton esclave,
\nToi que je sers, toi que je sers !<\/p>\n
Dans les sables mouvants, de ton blanc dromadaire
\nJe reconnois de loin le pas s\u00fbr et l\u00e9ger ;
\nTu m\u2019apparois soudain : un astre solitaire
\nEst moins doux sur la vague au pauvre passager ;
\nDu matin parfum\u00e9 le souffle est moins suave,
\nLe palmier moins charmant au milieu des d\u00e9serts.
\nQuel sultan glorieux \u00e9gale ton esclave.
\nToi que je sers, toi que je sers !<\/p>\n
Mon pays, que j\u2019aimois jusqu\u2019\u00e0 l\u2019idol\u00e2trie,
\nN\u2019est plus dans les soupirs de ma simple chanson ;
\nJe ne regrette plus ma m\u00e8re et ma patrie ;
\nJe crains qu\u2019un pr\u00eatre saint n\u2019apporte ma ran\u00e7on.
\nNe m\u2019affranchis jamais ! laisse-moi mon entrave !
\nOui, sois ma libert\u00e9, mon Dieu, mon univers !
\nViens, sous tes beaux pieds nus, viens fouler ton esclave,
\nToi que je sers, toi que je sers !<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[188],"poems-book":[552],"poemes-theme":[387,396],"poete":[560],"class_list":["post-12184","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-188","poems-book-poesies-diverses-chateaubriand","poemes-theme-patrie","poemes-theme-religion","poete-francois-rene-de-chateaubriand"],"yoast_head":"\n