1281.

Gladness at the thought, rejoicing at the sight,

Not palm-tree [sap], but love, yields such delight.

1282.

When as palmyra tall, fulness of perfect love we gain,

Distrust can find no place small as the millet grain.

1283.

Although, his will his only law, he lightly value me,

My heart knows no repose unless my lord I see.

1284.

My friend, I went prepared to show a cool disdain;

My heart, forgetting all, could not its love restrain.

1285.

The eye sees not the rod that paints it; nor can I

See any fault, when I behold my husband nigh.

1286.

When him I see, to all his faults I'm blind;

But when I see him not, nothing but faults I find.

1287.

As those of rescue sure, who plunge into the stream,

So did I anger feign, though it must falsehood seem?

1288.

Though shameful ill it works, dear is the palm-tree wine

To drunkards; traitor, so to me that breast of thine!

1289.

Love is tender as an opening flower. In season due

To gain its perfect bliss is rapture known to few.

1290.

Her eye, as I drew nigh one day, with anger shone;

By love o'erpowered, her tenderness surpassed my own.