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 1136. My eyes cannot sleep for thinking of that artless one: I shall ride the stalk therefore even in this late hour of the night.

1137. Nothing is grander than the woman who refuseth to ride the palm-stalk even when the passion of her heart is deep as the ocean.

1138. My Passion considereth not the strength of my modesty nor my kindness towards itself, and betrayeth my secret by showing itself abroad.

1139. My passion seeth that none taketh notice of it: and it wandereth about in the streets in great anguish.

1140. Fools laugh at me to my very face : for they have not felt all the pangs that I feel.

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