Constantinople - Leblebidji*

I know so well the busy cries         That echo through the quarter         Till daylight into evening dies         And stars shine in the water,         So dear they have become to me,         Leblebidji! leblebidji!         On peaceful English country nights         Their rapid gay succession         And all the sea-reflected lights         Will pass from my possession,         But never from my memory,         Leblebidji! leblebidji!         Past English evening scents and sounds,         Past English church-bells ringing,         The Turkish watchman on his rounds,         The Turkish pedlar singing         Through narrow streets above the sea         "Leblebidji! leblebidji,"         Will surely pierce a ghostly way,         The music underlying,         And in the shades of falling day         As in the distance dying,         A little call will come to me,         "Leblebidji!" ...     * Little white beans