grief-dispelling

Updated: August 19, 2026

So she took the lute and striking a grief-dispelling measure, sang as follows: If but thy consent be assured, O thou who art all my desire, Be all the folk angered 'gainst me; I set not a whit by their ire. And if thou but show me thy face, thy brilliant and beautiful face, I reck not if all the kings of the earth from my vision retire.

Anonymous - The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night, Volume IV