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double row, iii. 169.

“The time of parting” quoth they “draweth nigh,” v. 280.

The tongue of love from heart bespeaks my sprite, iv. 261.

The tongue of Love within my vitals speaketh, viii. 319.

The toothstick love I not; for when I say, The road is lonesome; grow my grief and need, m. 13.

The weaver-wight wrote with gold-ore bright, viii. 210.

The whiskers write upon his cheek with ambergris on pearl, vii.

277

The wide plain is narrowed before these eyes, viii. 28.

The wise have said that the white of hair, viii. 294.

The world hath shot me with its sorrow till, vii. 340.

The world sware that for ever ‘twould gar me grieve, viii. 243.

The world tears man to shreds, so be thou not, ix. 295.

The world tricks I admire betwixt me and her, ix. 242.

The world’s best joys long be thy lot, my lord, i. 203.

The zephyr breatheth o’er its branches, like, viii. 267.

Their image bides with me, ne’er quits me, ne’er shall fly, viii.

66.

Their tracts I see, and pine with pain and pang, i. 151.

There be no writer who from death shall fleet, i. 128.

There be rulers who have ruled with a foul tyrannic sway, i. 60.

There remaineth not aught save a fluttering breath, viii. 124.

There remains to him naught save a flitting breath, vii. 119.

They blamed me for causing my tears to well, ix. 29.

They bore him bier’d and all who followed wept, ii. 281.

They find me fault with her where I default ne’er find, v. 80.

They have cruelly ta’en me from him my beloved, v. 51.

They’re gone who when thou stoodest at their door, iv. 200.

They ruled awhile and theirs was harsh tyrannic rule, iv. 220.

They said, Thou revest upon the person thou lovest, iv. 205.

They say me, “Thou shinest a light to mankind,” i. 187.

They shine fullest moons, unveil crescent bright, viii. 304.

They talked of three beauties whose converse was quite, vii. 112.

Thine image ever companies my sprite, iii. 259.

Thine image in these eyne, a-lip thy name, iii. 179.

Think not from her, of whom thou art enamoured, viii. 216.

Thinkest thou thyself all prosperous, in days which prosp’rous be, viii. 309.

This be his recompense who will, ix. 17.

This day oppressor and oppressed meet, v. 258.

This garden and this lake in truth, viii. 207.

This house, my lady, since you left is now a home no more, i.

211.

This messenger shall give my news to thee, iii. 181.

This is a thing wherein destruction lies, i. 118.

This is she I will never forget till I die, viii. 304.

This is thy friend perplexed for pain and pine, iv. 279.

This one, whom hunger plagues, and rags enfold, vii. 129.

Tho’ ‘tis thy wont to hide thy love perforce, iii. 65.

Thou art the cause that castest men in ban and bane, viii. 149.

Thou camest and green grew the hills anew, iii. 18.

Thou deemedst well of Time when days went well, ii. 12; iii. 253.

Thou hast a reed of rede to every land, i. 128.

Thou hast failed who would sink me in ruin-sea, iii. 108.

Thou hast granted more favours than ever I crave, ii. 32.

Thou hast restored my wealth, sans greed and ere, iv. 111.

Thou hast some art the hearts of men to clip, i. 241.

Thou hast won my heart by cheek and eye of thee, viii. 256.

Thou liest, O foulest of Satans, thou art, iii. 108.

Thou liest when speaking of “benefits,” while, iii. 108.

Thou madest Beauty to spoil man’s sprite, ix. 249.

Thou madest fair thy thought of Fate, viii. 130.

Thou pacest the palace a marvel-sight, i. 176.

Thou present, in the Heaven of Heavens I dwell, iii. 268.

Thou seekest my death; naught else thy will can satisfy? ii. 103.

Thou west all taken up with love of other man, not me, i. 182.

Thou west create of dust and cam’st to life, iv. 190.

Thou west invested (woe to thee!) with rule for thee unfit, vii.

127.

Though amorn I may awake with all happiness in hand, i. 75.

Though now thou jeer, O Hind, how many a night, vii. 98.

Three coats yon freshest form endue, viii. 270.

Three lovely girls hold my bridle-rein, ix. 243.

Three matters hinder her from visiting us in fear, iii. 231.

Three things for ever hinder her to visit us, viii. 279.

Throne you on highmost stead, heart, ears and sight, viii. 258.

Thy breast thou baredst sending back the gift, v. 153.

Thy case commit to a Heavenly Lord and thou shalt safety see, viii. 151.

Thy folly drives thee on though long I chid, iii. 29.

Thy note came: long lost fingers wrote that note, iv. 14.

Thy phantom bid thou fleet and fly, vii. 108.

Thy presence bringeth us a grace, i. 175.

Thy shape with willow branch I dare compare, iv. 255.

Thy shape’s temptation, eyes as Houri’s fain, viii. 47.

Thy sight hath never seen a fairer sight, ii. 292.

Thy writ, O Masrur, stirred my sprite to pine, viii. 245.

Time falsed our union and divided who were one in sway, x. 26.

Time gives me tremble, Ah, how sore the baulk! i. 144.

Time has recorded gifts she gave the great, i. 128.

Time hath for his wont to upraise and debase, ii. 143

Time hath shattered all my frame, ii. 4.

Time sware my life should fare in woeful waste, ii. 186.

‘Tis as if wine and he who bears the bowl, x.38.

‘Tis as the Figs with clear white skins outthrown, viii. 268.

‘Tis dark: my transport and unease now gather might and main, v.

45.

‘Tis I am the stranger, visited by none, v. 116.

‘Tis naught but this! When a-sudden I see her, ix. 235.

‘Tis not at every time and tide unstable, iv. 188.

‘Tis thou hast trodden coyness-path not I, iii. 332.

To all who unknow my love for the May, viii.332.

To Allah will I make my moan of travail and of woe, iii. 106.

To Allah’s charge I leave that moon-like beauty in your tents, iv. 145.

To even her with greeny bough were vain, i. 156.

To grief leave a heart that to love ne’er ceased, viii. 215.

To him I spake of coupling but he said to me, iii. 301.

To him when the wine cup is near I declare, ix. 189.

To Kar�m, the cream of men thou gayest me, ii. 35.

To kith and kin bear thou sad tidings of our plight, iii. 111.

To me restore my dear, v. 55.

To our beloveds we moaned our length of night, iv. 106.

To Rose quoth I, What gars thy thorns to be put forth, viii. 276.

To severance you doom my love and all unmoved remain, i. 181.

To slay my foes is chiefest bliss I wist, ii. 239.

To th’ AII-wise Subtle One trust worldly things, i. 56.

To Thee be praise, O Thou who showest unremitting grace, viii.

183.

o thee come I forth with my heart aflame, iii. 108.

To win our favours still thy hopes are bent, vii. 224.

Told us, ascribing to his Shaykhs, our Shaykh, iv. 47.

Travel! and thou shalt find new friends for old ones left behind, i. 197

Troubles familiar with my heart are grown and I with them, viii.

117.

Trust not to man when thou hast raised his spleen, iii. 145.

Truth best befits thee albeit truth, i. 298.

Turn thee from grief nor care a jot! i. 56

‘Twas as I feared the coming ills discerning, ii. 189.

‘Twas by will of her she was create, viii. 291.

‘Twas not of love that fared my feet to them, iv. 180.

‘Twas not satiety bade me leave the dearling of my soul, i. 181.

‘Twixt the close-tied and open-wide no medium Fortune knoweth, ii. 105.

‘Twixt me and riding many a noble dame v. 266.

Two contraries and both concur in opposite charms, iv. 20.

Two hosts fare fighting thee the livelong day, i. 132.

Two lovers barred from every joy and bliss, v. 240.

Two things there are, for which if eyes wept tear on tear, viii.

263.

Two things there be, an blood-tears thereover, viii. 106.

Two nests in one, blood flowing easiest wise, v. 239.

Tyrannise not, if thou hast the power to do so, iv. 189.

 

Umm Amr’, thy boons Allah repay! v. 118.

Under my raiment a waste body lies, v. 151.

Under these domes how many a company, vi.91.

Union, this severance ended, shall I see some day? iii. 12.

Unjust it were to bid the world be just i. 237. , Uns al-Wujud dost deem me fancy free, v. 43.

Unto thee, As’ad! I of passion pangs complain, iii. 312.

Unto thy phantom deal behest, vii. 109.

Upsprings from table of his lovely cheek vii. 277.

 

Veiling her cheeks with hair a-morn she comes, i. 218.

Verily women are devils created for us, iii. 322.

Vied the full moon for folly with her face, viii. 291.

Virtue in hand of thee hath built a house, iv. 138.

Visit thy lover, spurn what envy told, i. 223.

Void are the private rooms of treasury, iv. 267.

 

Wail for the little partridges on porringer and plate, i. 131.

Wands of green chrysolite bare issue which, viii. 275.

‘Ware how thou hurtest man with hurt of hearts, ii. 197.

‘Ware that truth thou speak, albe sooth when said, x. 23.

Was’t archer shot me, or was’t shine eyes, v. 33.

Watch some tall ship she’ll joy the sight of thee, ii. 20.

Watered steel-blade, the world perfection calls, vii. 173.

Waters of beauty e’er his cheeks flow bright, viii. 299.

We joy in full Moon who the wine bears round, viii. 227.

We left not taking leave of thee (when bound to other goal), viii. 63.

We lived on earth a life of fair content, v. 71.

We lived till saw we all the marvels Love can bear, v. 54.

We’ll drink and Allah pardon sinners all, viii. 277.

We never heard of wight nor yet espied, viii. 296.

We reck not, an our life escape from bane, vii. 99.

We tread the path where Fate hath led, i. 107.

We trod the steps appointed for us, x. 53.

We trod the steps that for us were writ, ix. 226.

We were and were the days enthralled to all our wills, ii. 182.

We were like willow-boughs in garden shining, vii. 132.

We wrought them weal, they met our weal with ill, i. 43.

Welcome the Fig! To us it comes, viii. 269.

Well Allah weets that since our severance-day, iii. 8.

Well Allah wots that since my severance from thee, iii. 292.

Well Allah wotteth I am sorely plagued, v. 139.

Well learnt we, since you left, our grief and sorrow to sustain, iii. 63.

Wend to that pious prayerful Emir, v. 274.

Were I to dwell on heart-consuming heat, iii.310.

Were it said to me while the flame is burning within me, vii.

282.

Were not the Murk of gender male, x. 60.

What ails the Beauty, she returneth not? v. 137.

What ails the Raven that he croaks my lover’s house hard by, viii. 242.

What can the slave do when pursued by Fate, iii.341.

What fair excuse is this my pining plight, v. 52.

What I left, I left it not for nobility of soul, vi. 92.

What pathway find I my desire to obtain, v. 42.

What sayest of one by a sickness caught, v. 164.

What sayest thou of him by sickness waste, v. 73.

What secret kept I these my tears have told, iii. 285.

What’s life to me, unless I see the pearly sheen, iii. 65.

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