Its rills resemble swords in hands of knights ✿ Drawn from the scabbard and containing-case.[[383]]
And again as singeth the songster:—
The streamlet swings by branchy wood and aye ✿ Joys in its breast those beauties to display;
And Zephyr noting this, for jealousy ✿ Hastens and bends the branches other way.
On the trees of the garden were all manner fruits, each in two sorts, and amongst them the pomegranate, as it were a ball of silver-dross,[[384]] whereof saith the poet and saith right well:—
Granados of finest skin, like the breasts ✿ Of maid firm-standing in sight of male;
When I strip the skin, they at once display ✿ The rubies compelling all sense to quail.
And even as quoth another bard:—
Close prest appear to him who views th’ inside ✿ Red rubies in brocaded skirts bedight:
Granado I compare with marble dome ✿ Or virgin’s breasts delighting every sight: