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THE  TAKJUMAX  AL-ASHWAQ  (X X IX )        lO T

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             1.  May  my father bo  tlie  ransom  of the  boughs  swaying  to
                   and  fro  as  tliej'  bend,  bending  their  tresses  towards
                   Hie cheeks!
             2.  Loosing  plaited  locks  of  hair ;  soft  in  their  joints  and
                   bends;
             3.  Trailing  skirts  of  haughtiness;  clad  in  embroidered
                   garments  of  beauty ;
             ■i.  Which  from  modesty  grudge  to  bestow  their  loveliness;
                  which give old heii'looms and  new gifts ;
             5.  Which charm by their laughing and smiling mouths;  whose
                  lijjs are sweet  to kiss ;
            6.  Whose bare limbs are dainty;  which have swelling breasts
                  and  offer choice iDresents ;
            7.  Luring  ears  and  souls,  when  they  converse,  by  their
                  wondrous  witchery;
            8.  Co vering their faces for shame, taking captive thereby the
                  devout and fearing heart;
            9.  Displaying teeth like peai'ls, healing with, their saliva one
                  who is feeble and wasted ;
           10.  Darting  from  their  eyes  glances  which  jiierce  a  heart
                  experienced in the wars and used to combat;
           11.  ilaking  rise  from  their  bosoms  new  moons which  sutler
                 no eclipse on  becoming full;
           12.  Causing tears  to  flow  as  from  rain-clouds, causing sighs
                 to be- heard  like the crash of thunder.
           13.  0   my  two  comrade.s,  may  my  life-blood  be  the  ran.som
             IL  She  established  the  harmony  of  union,  for  she  is  our
                 of  a  slender  girl  who  bestowed  on  me  favours  and
                 bounties !

                 princiijlo of  iiarmony:  she  is  both  Ai'ab  and  foreign ;
                 she  makes the gno.stic forget.
          15.  Whenever  she  gazes,  she  draws  against  thee  trenchant
                 swords, and  her  front  teeth  show  to  thee  a  dazzliiiir
                 levin.
          Ifl-  O my comrades, halt beside  the guarded pasture of  Ilajir !
                 Halt, halt,  0   my comrades.
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