Yea, soft her sides are, but in love her heart * Outhardens flint, surpasses syenite: And bows of eyebrows shower glancey shafts * Despite the distance never fail to smite. Then, ah, her beauty! all the fair it passes; * Nor any rival her who see the light. When Shaykh Nasr heard these verses, he said, 'O my son, did I not warn thee not to open that door and enter that room?