Thy garment, O choice one, two did cut it,
And more than a fortnight did seven tailors make it.
If love were not like fleet horses,
Love and I should be separated as day from night.
WHEN THE BRIDE ENTERS THE HOUSE OF THE GROOM[[74]]
Sprinkle the cushions with roses and ḥennâ;
Let the bridegroom rejoice and be refreshed.
Sprinkle the cushions with roses and perfume;
Let the bridegroom sit on the cushion with his dear one.
O pair of gazels, how you are marked with ḥennâ!