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His drink is nacreous colour and the carnadine colour of wine mixed
with milk. The apparent colour like that of the humid pearl filled
with the colour of cornelian.
Another poet, Sanawbari says: in her garden the soft breeze bent the narcissus gently. As if they are
the chalices of cornelian which are being offered to thee by the
fingers of the lustrous pearl.
The same poet says: Lustre-filled nacreous fingers are offering cornelian-like wine. She
has a mole upon her right wrist like the black dot upon the heart.
Further: As if she is made from a small black shell on which has been studded
a lustrous pearl.
And also: She looks like camphor in a horizon from which moist pearls are
being showered.
Numayr al-'Uqayli says: Around her is a cluster of slim and delicate houris with coal-black
eyes like fresh pearls that spell death.
The same poet says about a pock-marked person: Pox has not affected her cheeks albeit it has inflicted a wound upon
my heart. Like the moon of the fourteenth day is she. the moist
pearl having left its imprint upon her.
Such, I swear by my life, is the attribute of the moist pearl; the verses perhaps are repulsive, but probably no revulsion is felt by the lover who is blind to all these blemishes in the sweetheart. When Sahib bin 'Abbad heard the following couplet by "Awf bin Muhallam: Eighty years — and may God grant thee eighty years too — have
made my ears dependent upon an interpreter,
he explained: "This is rubbish from the point of view of language but beautiful rubbish nevertheless."' 'Adi bin Zayd says:
If thou wast a prisoner — and God grant thou never would be that —
thou wouldst readily follow what I am saying to him.
The following verse by Dhu al-Rummah does not lag behind the preceding verse in finesse and delicacy: With a countenance bright as the sun's, slim and graceful, having a
slender waist and large hips, her smile is like a flash of lightning. As
if her mouth is filled with wholesome wine, which I have not tasted.
Ibn al-Rumi celebrates the above verse by Dhu al-Rummah: I have not relished the sweetness of her mouth, but from the odour
of her smile I have found what it is like, just as the eyes of the spy
betray him.
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