I storm whene'er you give me meat,
Whene'er you give me drink I die.
TO A LADY BLUSHING[41]
(By the Caliph Radhi Billah)
Leila, whene'er I gaze on thee
My altered cheek turns pale,
While upon thine, sweet maid, I see
A deep'ning blush prevail.
Leila, shall I the cause impart
Why such a change takes place?