In the brunettes a meaning iscouldst read its writ aright，Thine eyes would never again look on othersred or white.
Free-flowing speech and amorous looks would teach Harout
himself The arts of sorcery and spells of magic and of might.
And saith another：
Give me brunettes；the Syrian spearsso limber and so straightTell of the slender dusky maidsso lithe and proud of gait.
Languid of eyelidswith a down like silk upon her cheek，Within her wasting lover's heart she queens it still in state.
And yet another：
Yeaby my lifesuch virtues in goodly brownness lieOne spot thereof makes whiteness the shining moons outvie；But if the like of whiteness is borrowedthenfor sureIts beauty were transmuted unto reproach thereby.
Not with her wine I'm drunkenbut with her tresses bright That make all creatures drunken that dwell beneath the sky.
Each of her charms doth envy the others；yeaand each To be the down so silky upon her cheek doth sigh.
And again：
Why should I not incline me unto the silken down On the cheeks of a dusky maidenlike the cane straight and brown，Seeing the spot of beauty in waterlilies'cups Is of the poets fabled to be all beauty's crown？
Yeaand I see all lovers the swarthy-coloured moleUnder the ebon pupildo honour and renown.
Whythendo censors blame me for loving one who's all A mole？
May Allah rid me of every railing clown！
My form is beautiful and my shape slender；kings desire my colour and all love itrich and poor. I am pleasantnimblehandsome，elegantsoft of body and great of price. I am perfect in beauty and breeding and eloquence；my aspect is comely and my tongue fluentmy habit light and my sport graceful. As for thee，[O yellow girl，] thou art like unto a mallow of Bab el Louc，yellow and made all of sulphur. Perdition to theeO pennyworth of sorrelO rust of copperO owl's face and food of the damned！