'Tis mine their inmost souls to see,
Unlock'd is every heart to me,
To me they cling, on me they rest,
And I've a place in every breast:--
For they're a wreath of pearls, and I
The silken cord on which they lie.

_Meskin Aldaramy_.

[6] These lines are also from the Hamasa.


ON TEMPER[7]

Yes, Leila, I swore by the fire of thine eyes,
I ne'er could a sweetness unvaried endure;
The bubbles of spirit, that sparkling arise,
Forbid life to stagnate and render it pure.

But yet, my dear maid, tho' thy spirit's my pride,
I'd wish for some sweetness to temper the bowl;
If life be ne'er suffer'd to rest or subside,
It may not be flat, but I fear 'twill be foul.

_Nabegat Beni Jaid_.

[7] There have been several Arabian poets of the name of Nabegat. The
author of these verses was descended from the family of Jaid. As
he died in the fortieth year of the Hegira, aged one hundred and