Tales from the Arabic — Volume 03 by John Payne
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page 115 of 223 (51%)
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Sandhill[FN#132] and down[FN#133] betwixt there blooms a yellow
willow-flower,[FN#134] Pomegranate-blossoms[FN#135] and for fruits pomegranates[FN#136] that doth bear. His eyelids' sorcery from mine eyes hath banished sleep; since he From me departed, nought see I except a drowsy fair.[FN#137] He shot me with the shafts of looks launched from an eyebrow's[FN#138] bow; A chamberlain[FN#139] betwixt his eyes hath driven me to despair. My heart belike shall his infect with softness, even as me His body with disease infects, of its seductive air. Yet, if with him forgotten be the troth-plight of our loves, I have a king who of his grace will not forget me e'er. His sides the tamarisk's slenderness deride, so lithe they are, Whence for conceit in his own charms still drunken doth he fare. Whenas he runs, his feet still show like wings,[FN#140] and for the wind When was a rider found, except King Solomon it were?[FN#141] Therewithal El Abbas smiled and her verses pleased him. Then he bade the fourth damsel come forward and sing. Now she was from the land of Morocco and her name was Belekhsha. So she came forward and taking the lute and the psaltery, tightened the strings thereof and smote thereon in many modes; then returned to the first mode and improvising, sang the following verses: When in the sitting-chamber we for merry-making sate, With thine eyes' radiance the place thou didst illuminate And pliedst us with cups of wine, whilst from the necklace pearls[FN#142] A strange intoxicating bliss withal did |
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