And Violet faced by the Myrtle-spray ✿ And Nu’umán’s bloom and Myrobalan:
By her perfume the Zephyrs perfumèd breathe ✿ And with scented sighings the branches fan.
O Garden, thou perfect of beauty art ✿ All charms comprising in perfect plan;
And melodious birdies sing madrigals ✿ And the Full Moon[[308]] shineth in branch-shade wan;
Its ring-dove, its culver, its mocking-bird ✿ And its Philomel sing my soul t’ unman;
And the longing of love all my wits confuseth ✿ For her charms, As the man whom his wine bemuseth.
Now when Zayn al-Mawásif heard his verse, she glanced at him with eyes which bequeathed a thousand sighs and utterly ravished his wisdom and wits and replied to him in these lines:—
Hope not of our favours to make thy prey ✿ And of what thou wishest thy greed allay:
And cease thy longing; thou canst not win ✿ The love of the Fair thou’rt fain t’ essay,
My glances to lovers are baleful and naught ✿ I reek of thy speech: I have said my say!