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 the making of every entreaty. How know I not that it is not a time to converse with this sun!'

1121. "I led away that sun-faced one, (already) praised, I cannot call her unpraised. By the longing I have for her, and by her sun (life), I hardly could hide the ray of that sun! I enveloped her in many folds of heavy brocade, not thin stuff." The tear hails down, the rose is frost-bitten, from the lashes blows a snowy blast.

1122. "I led into my home that sun-faced one, an aloe-tree in form. For her I furnished a house, therein I put her very secretly, I told no human being, I kept her privily, with precaution; I caused a negro to serve her; I used to enter, I saw her alone.

1123. "How, alas! can I tell thee of her strange behaviour! Day and night weeping unceasing and flowing of tears! I entreated her: 'Hush!' For (but) one moment would she submit. Now without her how do I live; alas! woe is me!

1124. "(When) I went in, pools of tears stood before her; in the inky abyss (of her eyes) were strewn jetty lances (eyelashes), from the inky lakes into the bowls full of jet there was a stream, and between the coral and cornelian (of her lips) glittered the twin pearls (rows of teeth).

1125. "By reason of the ceaseless flow of tears I could not find time for inquiry. If I asked even, 'Who art thou? what brought thee into this plight?' like a fountain, a