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Visit thy lover, spurn what envy told; * No envious churl shall

smile on love ensoul'd. Merciful Allah made no fairer sight *

Than coupled lovers single couch doth hold; Breast pressing

breast and robed in joys their own, * With pillowed forearms cast

in finest mould: And when heart speaks to heart with tongue of

love, * Folk who would part them hammer steel ice-cold: If a fair

friend[FN#428] thou find who cleaves to thee, * Live for that

friend, that friend in heart enfold. O ye who blame for love us

lover kind * Say, can ye minister to diseased mind?