The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, vol 10 by Sir Richard Francis Burton (highly recommended books .TXT) 📕

“No ringdove moans from home on branch in morning light, ii.

152.

None but the good a secret keep, And good men keep it unrevealed, i. 87.

None but the men of worth a secret keep, iii. 289.

None keepeth a secret but a faithful person, iv. 233.

None other charms but shine shall greet mine eyes, i. 156.

None wotteth best joyance but generous youth v. 67.

Not with his must I’m drunk, but verily, v. 158.

Now an, by Allah, unto man were fully known, iii. 128.

Now, an of woman ask ye, I reply, iii. 214.

Now blame him not; for blame brings only vice and pain, ii. 297.

Now, by my life, brown hue hath point of comeliness, iv. 258.

Now, by thy life, and wert thou just my life thou hadst not ta’en, i. 182.

Now, by your love! your love I’ll ne’er forget, viii, 315.

Now I indeed will hide desire and all repine, v. 267.

Now is my dread to incur reproaches which. 59.

Now love hast banished all that bred delight, iii. 259.

Now with their says and said no more vex me the chiding race, iv.

207.

O adornment of beauties to thee write I vii. 176.

O beauty’s Union! love for thee’s my creed, iii. 303.

O best of race to whom gave Haww� boon of birth, v. 139.

O bibber of liquor, art not ashamed v. 224.

O breeze that blowest from the land Irak viii. 103.

O child of Adam let not hope make mock and flyte at thee vi. 116

O culver of the copse, with salams I greet, v. 49.

O day of joys to either lover fain! v. 63.

O dwelling of my friends, say is there no return, viii. 319.

O fair ones forth ye cast my faithful love, ix. 300.

O fertile root and noble growth of trunk, ii. 43.

O fisherman no care hast thou to fear, v. 51.

O flier from thy home when foes affright! v. 290.

O friends of me one favour more I pray v. 125.

O glad news bearer well come! ii. 326.

O hail to him whose locks his cheeks o’er shade, x. 58.

O Hayat al-Nufuis be gen’rous and incline vii. 217.

O heart, an lover false thee, shun the parting bane, viii.94.

O heart! be not thy love confined to one, iii. 232.

O hope of me! pursue me not with rigour and disdain, iii. 28.

O joy of Hell and Heaven! whose tormentry, iii. 19.

O Keener, O sweetheart, thou fallest not short, i. 311.

O Kings of beauty, grace to prisoner ta’en, viii. 96.

O Lord, by the Five Shaykhs, I pray deIiver me, vii. 226.

O Lord, how many a grief from me hast driven, v. 270.

O Lord, my foes are fain to slay me in despight, viii. 117.

O Lords of me, who fared but whom my heart e’er followeth, iv 239

O Love, thou’rt instant in thy cruellest guise, iv. 204.

O lover thou bringest to thought a tide, v. 50.

O Maryam of beauty return for these eyne, viii. 321.

O Miriam thy chiding I pray, forego, ix. 8.

O moon for ever set this earth below, iii. 323.

O Moslem! thou whose guide is Alcor�n iv. 173.

O most noble of men in this time and stound, iv. 20.

O my censor who wakest amorn to see viii. 343.

O my friend, an I rendered my life, my sprite, ix. 214.

O my friend! reft of rest no repose I command, ii. 35.

O my friends, have ye seen or have ye heard vi. 174.

O my heart’s desire, grows my misery, vii. 248.

O my Lord, well I weet thy puissant hand, vi. 97.

O Night of Union, Time’s virginal prize viii. 328.

O my lords, shall he to your minds occur ix. 299.

O Night here I stay! I want no morning light, iv. 144.

O passing Fair I have none else but thee, vii. 365.

O pearl-set mouth of friend, iv. 231.

O pearly mouth of friend, who set those pretty pearls in line, iv. 231.

O Rose, thou rare of charms that dost contain, viii. 275.

O sire, be not deceived by worldly joys, v. 114.

O son of mine uncle! same sorrow I bear, iii. 61.

O spare me, thou Ghazban, indeed enow for me, ii. 126.

O Spring-camp have ruth on mine overthrowing, viii. 240.

O thou Badi’a ‘l-Jam�l, show thou some clemency, vii. 368.

O thou of generous seed and true nobility, vi. 252.

O thou sheeniest Sun who m night dost shine, viii. 215.

O Thou the One, whose grace cloth all the world embrace, v. 272.

O thou tomb! O thou tomb! be his horrors set in blight? i. 76.

O thou to whom sad trembling wights in fear complain! iii. 317.

O thou who barest leg-calf better to suggest, ii. 327.

O thou who claimest to be prey of love and ecstasy, vii. 220.

O thou who deignest come at sorest sync, iii.78.

O thou who dost comprise all Beauty’s boons! vii. 107.

O thou who dyest hoariness with black, viii. 295.

O thou who fearest Fate, i. 56.

O thou who for thy wakeful nights wouldst claim my love to boon, iii. 26.

O thou who givest to royal state sweet savour, ii. 3.

O thou who gladdenest man by speech and rarest quality, ix. 322.

O thou who seekest innocence to ‘guile, iii. 137.

O thou who seekest parting, safely fare! ii. 319.

O thou who seekest separation, act leisurely, iv. 200.

O thou who seekest severance, i. 118.

O thou who shamest sun in morning sheen, viii. 35.

O thou who shunnest him thy love misled! viii. 259.

O thou who wooest Severance, easy fare! iii. 278.

O thou who woo’st a world unworthy learn, iii. 319.

O thou whose boons to me are more than one, iii. 317.

O thou whose favours have been out of compt, iii. 137.

O thou whose forehead, like the radiant East, i. 210.

O to whom I gave soul which thou torturest, iv. 19.

O to whom now of my desire complaining sore shall I, v. 44.

O toiler through the glooms of night in peril and in pain, i. 38.

O turtle dove, like me art thou distraught? v. 47.

O waftings of musk from the Babel-land! ix. 195.

O who didst win my love in other date, v. 63.

O who hast quitted these abodes and faredst fief and light, viii.

59.

O who passest this doorway, by Allah, see, viii. 236.

O who praisest Time with the fairest appraise ix. 296.

O who shamest the Moon and the sunny glow, vii. 248.

O who quest Union, ne’er hope such delight, viii. 257.

O whose heart by our beauty is captive ta’en, v. 36.

O Wish of wistful men, for Thee I yearn, v. 269.

O ye that can aid me, a wretched lover, ii. 30.

O ye who fled and left my heart in pain low li’en, iii. 285.

O ye who with my vitals fled, have rush, viii. 258.

O you whose mole on cheek enthroned recalls, i. 251.

O Zephyr of Morn, an thou pass where the dear ones dwell, viii.

120.

O Zephyr of Najd, when from Najd thou blow, vii. 115.

Of dust was I created, and man did I become, v. 237.

Of evil thing the folk suspect us twain, iii.305.

Of my sight I am jealous for thee, of me, ix. 248.

Of Time and what befel me I complain, viii. 219.

Of wit and wisdom is Maym�nah bare, i. 57.

Oft hath a tender bough made lute for maid, v. 244.

Oft hunchback added to his bunchy back, viii. 297.

Oft times mischance shall straiten noble breast, viii. 117.

Oft when thy case shows knotty and tangled skein, vi. 71.

Oh a valiant race are the sons of Nu’uman, iii. 80.

Oh soul of me, an thou accept my rede, ii. 210.

Oh ye gone from the gaze of these ridded eyne, ii. 139.

Old hag, of high degree in filthy life, v. 96.

On earth’s surface we lived in rare ease and joy, vii. 123.

On her fair bosom caskets twain I scanned, i. 156.

On me and with me bides thy volunty, viii. 129.

On Sun and Moon of palace cast thy sight, i. 85.

On the brow of the World is a writ, an thereon thou look, ix. 297

On the fifth day at eventide they went away from me, ii. 10

On the fifth day I quitted all my friends for evermore, ii. 10

On the glancing racer outracing glance, ii. 273.

On the shaded woody island His showers Allah deign, x. 40.

On these which once were chicks, iv. 235.

One, I wish him in belt a thousand horns, v. 129.

One craved my love and I gave all he craved of me, iii. 210.

One wrote upon her cheek with musk, his name was Ja’afar highs, iv. 292.

Open the door! the leach now draweth near, v. 284.

Oppression ambusheth in sprite of man, ix. 343.

Our aim is only converse to enjoy, iv. 54.

Our Fort is Tor, and flames the fire of fight, ii. 242.

Our life to thee, O cup-boy Beauty-dight! iii. 169.

Our trysting-time is all too short, iii. 167.

Pardon my fault, for tis the wont, i. 126.

Pardon the sinful ways I did pursue, ii. 38.

Part not from one whose wont is not to part from you, iii. 295

Parting ran up to part from lover twain iii. 209.

Pass round the cup to the old and the young man, too, viii. 278.

Pass o’er my fault, for ‘tis the wise man’s wont, viii. 327.

Patience hath fled, but passion fareth not v. 358.

Patience with sweet and with bitter Fate! viii. 146.

Patient I seemed, yet Patience shown by me, vii.96.

Patient, O Allah! to Thy destiny I bow iii.328.

Pause ye and see his sorry state since when ye fain withdrew, viii. 66.

Peace be to her who visits me in sleeping phantasy, viii. 241.

Peace be to you from lover’s wasted love vii. 368.

Peace be with you, sans you naught compensateth me, viii. 320.

Perfect were lover’s qualities in him was brought amorn, viii.

255.

Pink cheeks and eyes enpupil’d black have dealt me sore despight, viii. 69.

Pleaseth me more the fig than every fruit viii. 269.

Pleaseth me yon Haz�r of mocking strain v.48.

Pleasure and health, good cheer, good appetite, ii. 102.

Ply me and also my mate be plied, viii. 203.

Poverty dims the sheen of man whate’er his wealth has been, i.

272

Pray’ee grant me some words from your lips, belike, iii. 274.

Pray, tell me what hath Fate to do betwixt us twain? v. 128.

Preserve thy hoary hairs from soil and stain, iv. 43.

Prove how love can degrade, v. 134.

Quince every taste conjoins, in her are found, i. 158.

Quoth I to a comrade one day, viii. 289.

Quoth our Imam Abu Nowas, who was, v. 157.

Quoth she (for I to lie with her forbare), iii. 303.

Quoth she, “I see thee dye thy hoariness,” iv. 194.

Quoth she to me,—and sore enraged, viii. 293.

Quoth she to me—I see thou dy’st thy hoariness, viii. 295.

Quoth they and I had trained my taste thereto, viii. 269.

Quoth they, Black letters on his cheek are writ! iv. 196.

Quoth they, Maybe that Patience lend thee ease! iii. 178.

Quoth they, Thou rav’st on him thou lov’st, iii. 258.

Quoth they, “Thou’rt surely raving mad for her thou lov’st, viii.

326.

Racked is my heart by parting fro my friends, i. 150.

Rain showers of torrent tears, O Eyne, and see, viii. 250.

Rebel against women and so shalt thou serve