By Allah wot I not an run these eyne Wi'wine，or else it is of tears I drink.'
And when she ended her recitation，Ali bin Bakkar drained his cup and returned it to Shams alNahar. She filled it again and gave it to Abu alHasan who tossed it off. Then she took the lute，saying，'None shall sing over my cup save myself；'so she screwed up the strings and intoned these verses，'The tears run down his cheeks in double row，And in his breast high flameth loverlowe：
He weeps when near，afearing to be far；
And，whether far or near，his teardrops flow.'
And the words of another，'Our life to thee，O cupboy Beautydight！
From parted hair to calves；from black to white：
Sol beameth from thy hands，and from thy lips
Pleiads，and full Moon through thy collar's night，[184]
Good sooth the cups，which made our heads fly round，
Are those thine eyes pass round to daze the sight：
No wonder lovers hail thee as full moon
Waning to them，for self e'er waxing bright：
Art thou a deity to kill and quicken，
Bidding this fere，forbidding other wight？
Allah from model of thy form made Beau
ty and the Zephyr scented with thy sprite.
Thou art not of this order of human
ity but angel lent by Heaven to man.'