Thy glances with sorcery ravish all hearts; My reason is distant and passion is nigh. Though thou drewst to thy succour the world full of troops, I'd not stir till my purpose accomplished had I. Thereupon Abrizeh wept sore and said to him, "Out on thee, O Ghezban! How darest thou demand this of me, O son of shame and nursling of lewdness? Dost thou think all folk are alike!"