And twixt the dune and down there shows the fairest flower that blooms ✿ Whose fruitage is granado’s fruit with all granado’s blee.[[435]]
Forget my lids of eyne their sleep for magic eyes of him; ✿ Naught since he fared but drowsy charms and languorous air I see.[[436]]
He shot me down with shaft of glance from bow of eyebrow sped: ✿ What Chamberlain[[437]] betwixt his eyes garred all my pleasure flee?
Haply shall heart of me seduce his heart by weakness’ force ✿ E’en as his own seductive grace garred me love-ailment dree.
For an by him forgotten be our pact and covenant ✿ I have a King who never will forget my memory.
His sides bemock the bending charms of waving Tamarisk,[[438]] ✿ And in his beauty-pride he walks as drunk with coquetry:
His feet and legs be feather-light whene’er he deigns to run ✿ And say, did any ride the wind except ’twere Solomon?[[439]]
Therewith Al-Abbas smiled and her verses pleased him. Then he bade the fourth damsel come forward and sing, (now she was from the Sundown-land[[440]] and her name was Balakhshá); so she came forward and taking the lute and the zither, tuned the strings and smote them in many modes; then she returned to the first and improvising, sang these couplets:—
When to the séance all for pleasure hied ✿ Thy lamping eyes illumined its every side;
While playing round us o’er the wine-full bowl ✿ Those necklace-pearls old wine with pleasure plied,[[441]]