I must see the youth depart,
He must go, and as he goes
Bend at once my bursting heart.
Slumber may desert my bed,
'Tis not slumber's charms I seek—
'Tis the robe of beauty spread
O'er my Selim's rosy cheek.
TO A LADY WEEPING[38]
(By Ebn Alrumi)
When I beheld thy blue eyes shine