I pardon all my blood he pleased to spill ✿ Owning his troubles drove him blood to shed.
On my mind's mirror sun-like sheen he cast ✿ Whose keen reflection fire in vitals bred
Waters of Life let Allah waste at will ✿ Suffice my wage those lips of dewy red:
An thou address my love thou'lt find a cause ✿ For plaint and tears or ruth or lustihed.
In water pure his form shall greet your eyne ✿ When fails the bowl nor need ye drink of wine.[[180]]
Then she quoted from the same ode:—
I drank, but the draught of his glance, not wine; ✿ And his swaying gait swayed to sleep these eyne:
'Twas not grape-juice gript me but grasp of Past ✿ 'Twas not bowl o'erbowled me but gifts divine:
His coiling curl-lets my soul ennetted ✿ And his cruel will all my wits outwitted.[[181]]
After a pause she resumed:—