I’ll ransom that beauty-spot with my soul; ✿ Where’s it and where is a money-dole?[[87]]
Praise Him who hairless hath made that cheek ✿ And bid Beauty bide in that mole, that mole!
Then he pointed to another and, kissing his lips, repeated these couplets:—
And loveling weareth on his cheek a mole ✿ Like musk, which virgin camphor ne’er lets off it:
My peepers marvel such a contrast seeing; ✿ And cried the Mole to me, “Now bless the Prophet.”[[88]]
Then he pointed to the third and, after kissing him half a score times repeated these couplets:—
Melted pure gold in silvern bowl to drain ✿ The youth, whose fingers wore a winey stain:
He with the drawers[[89]] served one cup of wine, ✿ And served his wandering eyes the other twain.
A loveling, of the sons of Turks,[[90]] a fawn ✿ Whose waist conjoins the double Mounts Honayn.[[91]]
Could Eve’s corrupting daughters[[92]] tempt my heart ✿ Content with two-fold lure ‘twould bear the bane.