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Drain not the bowl; save from dear hand like thine * The cup

recall thy gifts; thou, gifts of wine."

After repeating this couplet he kissed their hands and drank and

was drunk and sat swaying from side to side and pursued:-

"All drinks wherein is blood the Law unclean * Doth hold save

one, the blood shed of the vine: Fill! fill! take all my wealth

bequeathed or won * Thou fawn! a willing ransom for those eyne."

Then the cateress crowned a cup and gave it to the portress, who

took it from her hand and thanked her and drank. Thereupon she

poured again and passed to the eldest lady who sat on the couch,

and filled yet another and handed it to the Porter. He kissed the

ground before them; and, after drinking and thanking them, he

again began to recite :

"Here! Here! by Allah, here! * Cups of the sweet, the dear' Fill

me a brimming bowl * The Fount o' Life I speer