'Ho ye, mine eyes, let prodigal-tears go free; * This ecstasy would see my being unbe:[FN#352] All ecstasies I dreefor sake of friend * I fondle, maugre enviers' jealousy: Censors forbid me from his rosy cheek, * Yet e'er inclines my heart to rosery: Cups of pure wine, time was, went circuiting * In joy, what time the lute sang melody, While kept his troth the friend who madded me, * Yet made me rising star of bliss to see: But--with Time, turned he not by sin of mine; * Than such a turn can aught more bitter be? Upon his cheek there grows and glows a rose, * Nay two, whereof grant Allah one to me! An were prostration[FN#353] by our law allowed * To aught but Allah, at his feet I had bowed.'
Thereupon rose the six girls and, kissing the ground before their lord, said to him, 'Do thou just
