"Stand thou and hear what fell to me * For love of you gazelle to dree! Shot me a white doe with her shaft * O' glances wounding woundily. Love was my ruin, for was I * Straitened by longing ecstasy: I loved and woo'd a young coquette * Girded by strong artillery, Whom in a garth I first beheld * A form whose sight was symmetry. I greeted her and when she deigned * Greeting return, 'Salám,' quoth she 'What be thy name?' said I, she said, * 'My name declares my quality![FN#340]' 'Zayn al-Mawásif I am hight.' * Cried I, 'Oh deign I mercy see,' 'Such is the longing in my heart * No lover claimeth rivalry!' Quoth she, 'With me an thou 'rt in love * And to enjoy me pleadest plea, I want of thee oh! muchel wealth; * Beyond all compt my wants o' thee! I want o' thee full many a robe * Of sendal, silk and damaskry; A quarter quintal eke of musk: * These of one night shall pay the fee. Pearls, unions and carnelian[FN#341]-stones * The bestest best of jewelry!' Of fairest patience showed I show * In contrariety albe: At last she favoured me one night * When rose the moon a crescent wee; An stranger blame me for her sake * I say, 'O blamers listen ye! She showeth locks of goodly length * And black as blackest night its blee; While on her cheeks the roses glow * Like Lazá-flame incendiary: In every eyelash is a sword * And every glance hath archery: Her liplets twain old wine contain, * And dews of fount-like purity: Her teeth resemble strings o' pearls, * Arrayed in line and fresh from sea: Her neck is like the neck of doe, * Pretty and carven perfectly: Her bosom is a marble slab * Whence rise two breasts like towers on lea: And on her stomach shows a crease * Perfumed with rich perfumery; Beneath which same there lurks a Thing * Limit of mine expectancy. A something rounded, cushioned-high * And plump, my lords, to high degree: To me 'tis likest royal throne * Whither my longings wander free; There 'twixt two pillars man shall find * Benches of high-built tracery. It hath specific qualities * Drive sanest men t' insanity; Full mouth it hath like mouth of neck * Or well begirt by stony key; Firm lips with camelry's compare * And shows it eye of cramoisie. An draw thou nigh with doughty will * To do thy doing lustily, Thou'll find it fain to face thy bout * And strong and fierce in valiancy. It bendeth backwards every brave * Shorn of his battle-bravery. At times imberbe, but full of spunk * To battle with the Paynimry. 'T will show thee liveliness galore * And perfect in its raillery: Zayn al-Mawasif it is like * Complete in charms and courtesy. To her dear arms one night I came * And won meed given lawfully: I passed with her that self-same night * (Best of my nights!) in gladdest glee; And when the morning rose, she rose * And crescent like her visnomy: Then swayed her supple form as sway * The lances lopt from limber tree;