Fair youth, for whom Heaven willed to quench in cheek one light, ✿ And left another light on other cheek bright li’en:
I fain finesse my chiders when they mention him, ✿ As though the hearing of his name I would decline;
And willing ear I lend when they of other speak; ✿ Yet would my soul within outflow in floods of brine:
Beauty’s own prophet, he is all a miracle ✿ Of heavenly grace, and greatest shows his face for sign:[[201]]
To prayer Bilál-like cries that Mole upon his cheek ✿ To ward from pearly brow all eyes of ill design:[[202]]
The censors of their ignorance would my love dispel ✿ But after Faith I can’t at once turn Infidel.
We were ravished by the sweet music she made striking the strings, and the beauty of the verses she sang; and the other damsels went on to sing and to recite one after another, till ten had so done; when the Lady Dunya took the lute and playing a lively measure, chanted these couplets:—
I swear by swayings of that form so fair, ✿ Aye from thy parting fiery pangs I bear:
Pity a heart which burneth in thy love, ✿ O bright as fullest moon in blackest air!
Vouchsafe thy boons to him who ne’er will cease ✿ In light of wine-cup all thy charms declare,