Chapter 13

She hath eyes whose babes wi’ their fingers sign, viii. 166.

She hath those hips conjoined by thread of waist, iii. 226.

She hath wrists which, did her bangles not contain, iii. 226.

She is a sun which towereth high asky iii. 163.

She joineth charms were never seen conjoined in mortal dress,

vii. 104.

She lords it o’er our hearts in grass-green gown, ii. 318.

She prayeth; the Lord of grace her prayer obeyed, v. 273.

She proffered me a tender coynte, iii. 304.

She rose like the morn as she shone through the night, i. 11.

She saith sore hurt in sense the most acute, iii. 303.

She shineth forth a moon, and bends a willow-wand, iv. 50.

She shone out in the garden in garments all of green, v. 346.

She shot my heart with shaft, then turned on heel, vii. 141.

She sits it in lap like a mother fond, ix. 191.

She ’spied the moon of Heaven reminding me, iv. 51.

She split my casque of courage with eye-swords that sorely

smite, iii. 179.

She spread three tresses of unplaited hair iv. 51.

She wears a pair of ringlets long let down, v. 240.

She who my all of love by love of her hath won, viii. 254.

Shoulder thy tray and go straight to thy goal, i. 278.

Showed me Sir Such-an-one a sight, and what a sight! iv. 193.

Silent I woned and never owned my love v. 151.

Silky her skin and silk that zonèd waist iii. 163.

Since my loper-friend in my hand hath given, iv. 20.

Since none will lend my love a helping hand, vii. 225.

Since our Imam came forth from medicine, v. 154.

Sleep fled me, by my side wake ever shows, viii. 68.

Slept in mine arms full moon of brightest blee, x. 39.

Slim-waist and boyish wits delight, v. 161.

Slim-waisted craved wine from her companeer, viii. 307.

Slim-waisted loveling, from his hair and brow, viii. 299.

Slim-waisted loveling, jetty hair encrowned, i. 116.

Slim-waisted one whose looks with down of cheek, v. 158.

Slim-waisted one, whose taste is sweetest sweet, v. 241.

Sojourn of stranger, in whatever land, vii. 175.

Sought me this heart’s dear love at gloom of night, vii. 253.

Source of mine evils, truly, she alone’s, iii. 165.

Sow kindness seed in the unfittest stead iii. 136.

Stand by and see the derring-do which I to-day will show, iii.

107

Stand by the ruined home and ask of us, iii. 328.

Stand thou and hear what fell to me, viii. 228.

Stand thou by the homes and hail the lords of the ruined stead,

ii. 181.

Stay! grant one parting look before we part, ii. 15.

Steer ye your steps to none but me, v. 65.

Still cleaves to this homestead mine ecstasy, viii. 243.

Stint ye this blame viii. 254.

Straitened bosom; reveries dispread, iii. 182.

Strange is my story, passing prodigy, iv. 139

Strange is the charm which dights her brows like Luna’s disk that

shine, ii. 3.

Strive he to cure his case, to hide the truth, ii. 320.

Such is the world, so bear a patient heart, i. 183.

Suffer mine eye-babes weep lost of love and tears express, viii.

112.

Suffice thee death such marvels can enhance, iii. 56.

Sun riseth sheen from her brilliant brow, vii. 246.

Sweetest of nights the world can show to me, ii. 318.

Sweetheart! How long must I await by so long suffering tried? ii.

178.

Sweetly discourses she on Persian string, viii. 166.

Take all things easy; for all worldly things, iv. 220.

Take thy life and fly whenas evils threat; let the ruined house

tell its owner’s fate, i. 109.

Take, O my lord to thee the Rose, viii. 275.

Take patience which breeds good if patience thou can learn, iv.

221.

Take warning, O proud, iv. 118.

Tear-drops have chafed mine eyelids and rail down in wondrous

wise, v. 53.

Tell her who turneth from our love to work it injury sore, i.

181.

Tell whoso hath sorrow grief never shall last, i. 15.

That cheek-mole’s spot they evened with a grain, i. 251.

That jetty hair, that glossy brow, i. 203.

That night th’ astrologer a scheme of planets drew, i. 167.

That pair in image quits me not one single hour, ii. 173.

That rarest beauty ever bides my foe, vii. 366.

That sprouting hair upon his face took wreak, v. 161.

The birds took flight at eve and winged their way, viii. 34.

The blear-eyed scapes the pits, i. 265.

The boy like his father shall surely show, i. 310.

The breeze o’ morn blows uswards from her trace, viii. 206.

The bushes of golden hued rose excite, viii. 276.

The Bulbul’s note, whenas dawn is nigh, v. 48.

The caravan-chief calleth loud o’ night, viii. 239.

The chambers were like a bee-hive well stocked, ix. 292.

The coming unto thee is blest, viii. 167.

The company left with my love by night, ix. 27.

The Compassionate show no ruth to the tomb where his bones shall

lie, x. 47.

The courser chargeth on battling foe, iii. 83.

The day of my delight is the day when you draw near, i. 75.

The day of parting cut my heart in twain, iii. 124.

The fawn-Glee one a meeting promised me, iv. 195.

The fawn of a maid hent her lute in hand, ii. 34.

The feet of sturdy miscreants went trampling heavy tread, x. 38.

The first in rank to kiss the ground shall deign, i. 250.

The fragrance of musk from the breasts of the fair, viii. 209.

The full moon groweth perfect once a month, vii. 271.

The glasses are heavy when empty brought, x. 40.

The hapless lover’s heart is of his wooing weary grown, iv. 144.

The hearts of lovers have eyes I ken, iv. 238.

The hue of dusty motes is hers, iv. 257.

The house, sweetheart, is now no home to me, v. 381.

The jujube tree each day, viii. 271.

The Kings who fared before us showed, iii. 318.

The land of ramping moon is bare and drear, viii. 126.

The least of him is the being free, v. 156.

The life of the bath is the joy of man’s life, iii. 19.

The like of whatso feelest thou we feel, vii. 141.

The longing of a Bedouin maid, whose folks are far away, iii.

172.

The longing of an Arab lass forlorn of kith and kin, ii. 306.

The Lord, empty House! to thee peace decree, viii. 238.

The loved ones left thee in middle night, v. 150.

The lover is drunken with love of friend, v. 39.

The lover’s heart for his beloved must meet, ii. 62.

The lover’s heart is like to break in twain ii. 63.

The mead is bright with what is on’t ii. 86.,

The messenger who kept our commerce hid, iii. 189.

The Moon o’ the Time shows unveiled light, ix. 287.

The Nadd is my wine scented powder, my bread, viii. 209.

The name of what crave me distraught, viii. 93.

The Nile-flood this day is the gain you own, i. 290.

The penis smooth and round was made with anus best to match it,

iii. 303.

The phantom of Soada came by night to wake me, viii. 337.

The poor man fares by everything opposed, ix. 291.

The Prophet saw whatever eyes could see v. 287.

The return of the friend is the best of all boons, ix. 287.

The Rose in highest stead I rate, viii. 274

The signs that here their mighty works portray, vi. 90.

The slanderers said There is hair upon his cheeks, v. 157.

The slippers that carry these fair young feet, viii. 320.

The smack of parting ’s myrrh to me, ii. 101.

The solace of lovers is naught but far, viii.

The spring of the down on cheeks right clearly shows, v. 190.

The stream ’s a cheek by sunlight rosy dyed, ii. 240.

The streamlet swings by branchy wood and aye, viii. 267.

The sun of beauty she to all appears, x. 59.

The sun of beauty she to sight appears, i. 218.

The sun yellowed not in the murk gloom lien, viii. 285.

The sword, the sworder and the bloodskin waiting me I sight, ii.

42.

The tears of these eyes find easy release v. 127.

The tears run down his cheeks in double row, iii. 169.

“The time of parting” quoth they “draweth nigh,” v. 280.

The tongue of love from heart bespeaks my sprite, iv. 261.

The tongue of Love within my vitals speaketh, viii. 319.

The toothstick love I not; for when I say,

The road is lonesome; grow my grief and need, m. 13.

The weaver-wight wrote with gold-ore bright, viii. 210.

The whiskers write upon his cheek with ambergris on pearl, vii.

277

The wide plain is narrowed before these eyes, viii. 28.

The wise have said that the white of hair, viii. 294.

The world hath shot me with its sorrow till, vii. 340.

The world sware that for ever ’twould gar me grieve, viii. 243.

The world tears man to shreds, so be thou not, ix. 295.

The world tricks I admire betwixt me and her, ix. 242.

The world’s best joys long be thy lot, my lord, i. 203.

The zephyr breatheth o’er its branches, like, viii. 267.

Their image bides with me, ne’er quits me, ne’er shall fly, viii.

66.

Their tracts I see, and pine with pain and pang, i. 151.

There be no writer who from death shall fleet, i. 128.

There be rulers who have ruled with a foul tyrannic sway, i. 60.

There remaineth not aught save a fluttering breath, viii. 124.

There remains to him naught save a flitting breath, vii. 119.

They blamed me for causing my tears to well, ix. 29.

They bore him bier’d and all who followed wept, ii. 281.

They find me fault with her where I default ne’er find, v. 80.

They have cruelly ta’en me from him my beloved, v. 51.

They’re gone who when thou stoodest at their door, iv. 200.

They ruled awhile and theirs was harsh tyrannic rule, iv. 220.

They said, Thou revest upon the person thou lovest, iv. 205.

They say me, “Thou shinest a light to mankind,” i. 187.

They shine fullest moons, unveil crescent bright, viii. 304.

They talked of three beauties whose converse was quite, vii. 112.

Thine image ever companies my sprite, iii. 259.

Thine image in these eyne, a-lip thy name, iii. 179.

Think not from her, of whom thou art enamoured, viii. 216.

Thinkest thou thyself all prosperous, in days which prosp’rous

be, viii. 309.

This be his recompense who will, ix. 17.

This day oppressor and oppressed meet, v. 258.

This garden and this lake in truth, viii. 207.

This house, my lady, since you left is now a home no more, i.

211.

This messenger shall give my news to thee, iii. 181.

This is a thing wherein destruction lies, i. 118.

This is she I will never forget till I die, viii. 304.

This is thy friend perplexed for pain and pine, iv. 279.

This one, whom hunger plagues, and rags enfold, vii. 129.

Tho’ ’tis thy wont to hide thy love perforce, iii. 65.

Thou art the cause that castest men in ban and bane, viii. 149.

Thou camest and green grew the hills anew, iii. 18.

Thou deemedst well of Time when days went well, ii. 12; iii. 253.

Thou hast a reed of rede to every land, i. 128.

Thou hast failed who would sink me in ruin-sea, iii. 108.

Thou hast granted more favours than ever I crave, ii. 32.

Thou hast restored my wealth, sans greed and ere, iv. 111.

Thou hast some art the hearts of men to clip, i. 241.

Thou hast won my heart by cheek and eye of thee, viii. 256.

Thou liest, O foulest of Satans, thou art, iii. 108.

Thou liest when speaking of “benefits,” while, iii. 108.

Thou madest Beauty to spoil man’s sprite, ix. 249.

Thou madest fair thy thought of Fate, viii. 130.

Thou pacest the palace a marvel-sight, i. 176.

Thou present, in the Heaven of Heavens I dwell, iii. 268.

Thou seekest my death; naught else thy will can satisfy? ii. 103.

Thou west all taken up with love of other man, not me, i. 182.

Thou west create of dust and cam’st to life, iv. 190.

Thou west invested (woe to thee!) with rule for thee unfit, vii.

127.

Though amorn I may awake with all happiness in hand, i. 75.

Though now thou jeer, O Hind, how many a night, vii. 98.

Three coats yon freshest form endue, viii. 270.

Three lovely girls hold my bridle-rein, ix. 243.

Three matters hinder her from visiting us in fear, iii. 231.

Three things for ever hinder her to visit us, viii. 279.

Throne you on highmost stead, heart, ears and sight, viii. 258.

Thy breast thou baredst sending back the gift, v. 153.

Thy case commit to a Heavenly Lord and thou shalt safety see,

viii. 151.

Thy folly drives thee on though long I chid, iii. 29.

Thy note came: long lost fingers wrote that note, iv. 14.

Thy phantom bid thou fleet and fly, vii. 108.

Thy presence bringeth us a grace, i. 175.

Thy shape with willow branch I dare compare, iv. 255.

Thy shape’s temptation, eyes as Houri’s fain, viii. 47.

Thy sight hath never seen a fairer sight, ii. 292.

Thy writ, O Masrur, stirred my sprite to pine, viii. 245.

Time falsed our union and divided who were one in sway, x. 26.

Time gives me tremble, Ah, how sore the baulk! i. 144.

Time has recorded gifts she gave the great, i. 128.

Time hath for his wont to upraise and debase, ii. 143

Time hath shattered all my frame, ii. 4.

Time sware my life should fare in woeful waste, ii. 186.

’Tis as if wine and he who bears the bowl, x. 38.

’Tis as the Figs with clear white skins outthrown, viii. 268.

’Tis dark: my transport and unease now gather might and main, v.

45.

’Tis I am the stranger, visited by none, v. 116.

’Tis naught but this! When a-sudden I see her, ix. 235.

’Tis not at every time and tide unstable, iv. 188.

’Tis thou hast trodden coyness-path not I, iii. 332.

To all who unknow my love for the May, viii. 332.

To Allah will I make my moan of travail and of woe, iii. 106.

To Allah’s charge I leave that moon-like beauty in your tents,

iv. 145.

To even her with greeny bough were vain, i. 156.

To grief leave a heart that to love ne’er ceased, viii. 215.

To him I spake of coupling but he said to me, iii. 301.

To him when the wine cup is near I declare, ix. 189.

To Karím, the cream of men thou gayest me, ii. 35.

To kith and kin bear thou sad tidings of our plight, iii. 111.

To me restore my dear, v. 55.

To our beloveds we moaned our length of night, iv. 106.

To Rose quoth I, What gars thy thorns to be put forth, viii. 276.

To severance you doom my love and all unmoved remain, i. 181.

To slay my foes is chiefest bliss I wist, ii. 239.

To th’ All-wise Subtle One trust worldly things, i. 56.

To Thee be praise, O Thou who showest unremitting grace, viii.

183.

o thee come I forth with my heart aflame, iii. 108.

To win our favours still thy hopes are bent, vii. 224.

Told us, ascribing to his Shaykhs, our Shaykh, iv. 47.

Travel! and thou shalt find new friends for old ones left behind,