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"That cheek-mole's spot they evened with a grain * Of musk, nor

did they here the simile strain: Nay, marvel at the face

comprising all * Beauty, nor falling short by single grain."

The King shook with pleasure [FN#486] and said to him, "Say more:

Allah bless thy days!" So he began:-

"O you whose mole on cheek enthroned recalls * A dot of musk upon

a stone of ruby, Grant me your favours! Be not stone at heart! *

Core of my heart whose only sustenance you be!"