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BOOK OF SULEIKA.
IN the night I fancied
That I saw in sleep the moon; But, upon my waking,
Unsurmised came up the sun.
BOOK OF SULEIKA.'
HOU must not fly before the day :
For this that has no taste of sorrow:
And the future does not hurry,
Past time loiters not to worry.
My beloved, only linger;
Of myself thou art the bringer.
That Suleika with Jussúph was smitten
He was young, youth has its range;
Sendest to me youth's hot glance,
Since thyself Suleika callest,
Nor Hatem Zograi, stingiest of livers
But to scan them both for mending
Each with each, love's outlay blending,
No thief-maker is Occasion,
For she stole Love's latest ration,
Left my heart an empty shelf.
Unto thee has she made over
All I had my life's clear gain,
Yet already with thy burning
Precious love as thine receiving,
Played she off on thee her thieving,
Wherefore be the talk of plunder? Yield thee of free choice to me; I'll believe - would gladly wonder Yes 'tis I have stolen thee.
What so little cost thee giving