I will make the Kashmeer shawl her canopy.
“Kámil el-owsáf fetennee
Wa-l-’oyoon es-sood ramoonee
Min häwáhum sirt aghannee
Wa-l-häwa zowwad gunoonee.”
The perfect in attributes hath involved me in trouble,
And the black eyes have o’erthrown me.
From love of them I began to sing,
And the air[[461]] increased my madness.
“Gema’om gem’ al-’awázil