Her face was the garden of Iram, where Roses of every hue are fair. The dusky moles that enhanced the red Were like Moorish boys playing in each rose-bed. Of silver that paid no tithe, her chin Had a well with the Water of Life therein. If a sage in his thirst came near to drink, He would feel the spray ere he reached the brink, But lost were his soul if he nearer drew, For it was a well and a whirlpool too. Her neck was of ivory. Thither drawn, Came with her tribute to beauty the fawn; And the rose hung her head at the gleam of the skin Of shoulders fairer than jasmine. Her breasts were orbs of a light most pure, Twin bubbles new-risen from fount Kafur,[1] Two young pomegranates grown on one spray, Where bold hope never a ringer might lay. The touchstone itself was proved false when it tried Her arms' fine silver thrice purified; But the pearl-pure amulets fastened there Were the hearts of the holy absorbed in prayer. SELF DIES IN LOVE "I shall roll up the carpet of life when I see Thy dear face again, and shall cease to be, For self will be lost in that rapture, and all The threads of my thought from my hand will fall; Not me wilt thou find, for this self will have fled: Thou wilt be my soul in mine own soul's stead. All thought of self will be swept from my mind, And thee, only thee, in my place shall I find; More precious than heaven, than earth more dear, Myself were forgotten if thou wert near." "MINE EYES HAVE BEEN TOUCHED" "Mine eyes have been touched by the Truth's pure ray, And the dream of folly has passed away. Mine eyes thou hast opened--God bless thee for it!-- And my heart to the Soul of the soul thou hast knit. From a fond strange love thou hast turned my feet The Lord of all creatures to know and meet; If I bore a tongue in each single hair, Each and all should thy praise declare." ZULAIKHA PLEADS WITH YÚSUF FOR HIS LOVE