And if thou crave for more ✿ Take all that satisfies.[[179]]
Thou donn'st me sickness-dress ✿ Thee with health's weed I bless.
Her singing charmed Ali bin Bakkar, and he said to her, "Sing me more of the like of these verses." So she struck the strings and began to chaunt these lines:—
By stress of parting, O beloved one, ✿ Thou mad'st these eyelids torrent-race to run:
Oh gladness of my sight and dear desire, ✿ Goal of my wishes, my religion!
Pity the youth whose eyne are drowned in tears ✿ Of lover gone distraught and clean undone.
When she had finished her verses, Shams al-Nahar said to another damsel, "Let us hear something from thee!" So she played a lively measure and began these couplets:—
His[[180]] looks have made me drunken, not his wine; ✿ His grace of gait disgraced sleep to these eyne:
Dazed me no cup, but cop with curly crop; ✿ His gifts overcame me not the gifts of vine:
His winding locks my patience-clue unwound: ✿ His robèd beauties robbed all wits of mine.