Basatin al-uns 71.8

71.8

shame it melts away within itself like a candle; and every day that the world-illuminating sun looks keenly upon her radiant brow,
from an excess of jealousy and shame it sinks into the earth with a face yellow like saffron. Her slender
waist has imputed the accusation of thickness to the shadow of a hair; when she casts a shadow from the hyacinth upon the petal of the rose,
she tears into a thousand rents, like a rose, the robe of patience of the veiled women behind the curtain of seclusion, and renders them senseless and
restless like one struck by a phantom; and if she opens the pistachio of her lip in sugar-shedding laughter, she closes the narrow mouth of sugar like an unopened
bud.