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The moon is witness my heart is held * By a moonlight brow of the brightest blee: I reckt not to see me by Love ensnared * Till ensnared before I could reck or see." Then the voice ceased and not knowing whence it came to me I abode perplexed; but lo! it again took up its lament and recited, "Came Rayya's phantom to grieve thy sight * In the thickest gloom of the black-haired Night!
But I abstain me from unneeded wine, * When honey-dews of lips sweet musk can lend: Now from the sweets of union we unknow * Time near and far, if slow or fast it wend, The seventh night hath come and gone, O strange! * How went the nights we never reckt or kenned; Till, on the seventh wishing joy they said, * 'Allah prolong the meet of friend with friend!"
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