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"Give back mine eyes their sleep long ravished * And say me

whither be my reason fled: I learnt that lending to thy love a

place * Sleep to mine eyelids mortal foe was made. They said, "We

held thee righteous, who waylaid * Thy soul?" "Go ask his

glorious eyes," I said. I pardon all my blood he pleased to spill

* Owning his troubles drove him blood to shed. On my mind's

mirror sun like sheen he cast * Whose keen reflection fire in

vitals bred Waters of Life let Allah waste at will * Suffice my

wage those lips of dewy red: An thou address my love thou'lt find

a cause * For plaint and tears or ruth or lustihed. In water pure

his form shall greet your eyne * When fails the bowl nor need ye

drink of wine.[FN#180]"

Then she quoted from the same ode:-