To snatch away the best?
No wonder thou should’st droop with woe,
Of such a child bereft;
But now thy tears must doubly flow,
For ah!—the other’s left.
The Khaliph Radhi Billah
TO A LADY UPON SEEING HER BLUSH
Leila! whene’er I gaze on thee
My alter’d cheek turns pale,
While upon thine, sweet maid, I see
A deep’ning blush prevail.