Now were my heart but like to shine I never would say No; Only my wasted form is like thy waist so gracious slender: Out on him who in Beauty's robe for moon like charms hath fame, And who is claimed by mouth of men as marvel of his tribe! 'Of man what manner may he be' (ask they who flyte and blame) 'For whom thy heart is so distressed?' I only cry 'Describe!' Oh stone-entempered heart of him! learn of his yielding grace And bending form to show me grace and yielding to consent. Oh my Prince Beautiful, thou hast an Overseer in place[FN#254] Who irketh me, and eke a Groom whose wrong cloth ne'er relent. Indeed he lieth who hath said that all of loveliness Was pent in Joseph: in thy charms there's many and many a Joe! The Genii dread me when I stand and face to face address; But meeting thee my fluttering heart its shame and terror show. I take aversion semblance and I turn from thee in fright, But more aversion I assume, more love from me dost claim; That hair of jetty black! That brow e'er raying radiant light! Those eyne wherein white jostles black![FN#255] That dearling dainty frame!" When Dahnash heard the poesy which Maymunah spake in praise of her beloved, he joyed with exceeding joy and marvelled with excessive wonderment.—And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say When it was the One Hundred and Eighty-second Night, She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when the Ifrit Dahnash heard the poesy which Maymunah spake in praise of her beloved, he shook for exceeding joy and said, "Thou hast celebrated thy beloved in song and thou hast indeed done well in praise of him whom thou lovest! And there is no help for it but that I also in my turn do my best to enfame my mistress, and recite somewhat in her honour." Then the Ifrit went up to the Lady Budur; and' kissing her between the eyes, looked at Maymunah and at his beloved Princess and recited the following verses, albeit he had no skill in poesy, "Love for my fair they chide in angry way; * Unjust for ignorance, yea unjustest they! Ah lavish favours on the love mad, whom * Taste of thy wrath and parting woe shall slay: In sooth for love I'm wet with railing tears, * That rail mine eyelids blood thou mightest say: No marvel what I bear for love, 'tis marvel * That any know my "me" while thou'rt away: Unlawful were our union did I doubt * Thy love, or heart incline to other May." And eke these words:—