And yet another:—
Now, by my life, brown hue hath point of comeliness ✿ Leaves whiteness nowhere and high o’er the Moon takes place;
But an of whiteness aught it borrowed self to deck, ✿ ‘Twould change its graces and would pale for its disgrace:
Not with his must[[380]] I’m drunken, but his locks of musk ✿ Are wine inebriating all of human race.
His charms are jealous each of each, and all desire ✿ To be the down that creepeth up his lovely face.
And again another:—
Why not incline me to that show of silky down, ✿ On cheeks of dark brunette, like bamboo spiring brown?
Whenas high rank in beauty poets sing, they say ✿ Brown ant-like specklet worn by nenuphar in crown.
And see I sundry lovers tear out others’ eyne ✿ For the brown mole beneath that jetty pupil shown,
Then why do censors blame me for one all a mole? ✿ Allah I pray demolish each molesting clown![[381]]