Sunday, 2 October 2011

Poems from Arabian Nights

Stint thy blame man! 'Twill drive to a passion without bound;
My fault is not so heavy as fault in it hast found.
If true lover I become, then to me there cometh not
Save what happened unto many in the by-gone stound.
For wonderful is he and right worthy of our praise
Who from whiles of female wits kept him safe and kept him sound.

- Arabian Nights, pp: 13

1 comment:

  1. Glad that you wrote something related to 'Arabian Nights' !!

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