The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 01 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 01 (of 10)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
That night th' astrologer a scheme of planets drew, * And lo! a
graceful shape of youth appeared in view:
Saturn had stained his locks with Saturninest jet, * And spots of nut
brown musk on rosy side face blew:[FN#314]
Mars tinctured either cheek with tinct of martial red; * Sagittal shots
from eyelids Sagittarius threw:
Dowered him Mercury with bright mercurial wit; * Bore off the
Bear[FN#315] what all man's evil glances grew:
Amazed stood Astrophil to sight the marvel birth * When louted low the
Moon at full to buss the Earth.
And of a truth Allah the Most High had robed him in the raiment of
perfect grace and had purfled and fringed it with a cheek all beauty
and loveliness, even as the poet saith of such an one:—
By his eyelids shedding perfume and his fine slim waist I swear, * By
the shooting of his shafts barbed with sorcery passing rare;
By the softness of his sides,[FN#316] and glances' lingering light, *
And brow of dazzling day-tide ray and night within his hair;
By his eyebrows which deny to who look upon them rest, * Now bidding
now forbidding, ever dealing joy and care;
By the rose that decks his cheek, and the myrtle of its moss,[FN#317] *
By jacinths bedded in his lips and pearl his smile lays bare;
By his graceful bending neck and the curving of his breast, * Whose
polished surface beareth those granados, lovely pair;
By his heavy hips that quiver as he passeth in his pride, * Or he
resteth with that waist which is slim beyond compare;
By the satin of his skin, by that fine unsullied sprite; * By the
beauty that containeth all things bright and debonnair;
By that ever open hand; by the candour of his tongue; * By noble blood
and high degree whereof he's hope and heir;
Musk from him borrows muskiness she loveth to exhale * And all the airs
of ambergris through him perfume the air;
The sun, methinks, the broad bright sun, before my love would pale *
And sans his splendour would appear a paring of his nail.[FN#318]
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