A Káfir youth like fullest moon in darkness hands her round ✿ Whose eyne are strongest cause of sin by him inspiritèd.
And Allah-gifted is he who said:-
’Tis as if wine and he who bears the bowl, ✿ Rising to show her charms for man to see,[[78]]
Were dancing undurn-Sun whose face the moon ✿ Of night adorned with stars of Gemini.
So subtle is her essence it would seem ✿ Through every limb like course of soul runs she.
And how excellent is the saying of the poet:—
Slept in mine arms full Moon of brightest blee ✿ Nor did that sun eclipse in goblet see:
I nighted spying fire whereto bow down ✿ Magians, which bowed from ewer’s lip to me.
And that of another:—
It runs through every joint of them as runs ✿ The surge of health returning to the sick.