And quoth another in these couplets:—
Brighter than Moon at full with kohl’d eyes she came ✿ Like Doe, on chasing whelps of Lioness intent:
Her night of murky locks lets fall a tent on her ✿ A tent of hair[[423]] that lacks no pegs to hold the tent;
And roses lighting up her roseate cheeks are fed ✿ By hearts and livers flowing fire for languishment:
An ’spied her all the Age’s Fair to her they’d rise ✿ Humbly,[[424]] and cry “The meed belongs to precedent!”
And how well saith a third bard[[425]]:—
Three things for ever hinder her to visit us, for fear Of the intriguing spy and eke the rancorous envier;
Her forehead’s lustre and the sound of all her ornaments And the sweet scent her creases hold of ambergris and myrrh.
Grant with the border of her sleeve she hide her brow and doff Her ornaments, how shall she do her scent away from her?
She was like the moon when at fullest on its fourteenth night, and was clad in a garment of blue, with a veil of green, over brow flower-white that all wits amazed and those of understanding amated——And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.