Eye cannot look upon Sol's naked face; ✿ But can, when mist-cloud dims his countenance:
The honey-hive is held by honey-bee;[[386]] ✿ Ask the tribe-guards what wants their vigilance?
An they would slay me, let them end their ire ✿ Rancorous, and grant us freely to advance:
They're not more murderous, an charge the whole ✿ Than charging glance of her who wears the mole.
And hearing these lines from Amjad she sighed with the deepest sighs and, signing to him again, repeated these couplets:—
'Tis thou hast trodden coyness-path not I: ✿ Grant me thy favours for the time draws nigh:
O thou who makest morn with light of brow, ✿ And with loosed brow-locks night in lift to stye!
Thine idol-aspect made of me thy slave, ✿ Tempting as temptedst me in days gone by:
'Tis just my liver fry with hottest love: ✿ Who worship fire for God must fire aby:
Thou sellest like of me for worthless price; ✿ If thou must sell, ask high of those who buy.