Saif
They called her Saif, the Sword, who carries a sword,
A glittering brand,
In either dark eye; O Saif, why take to thy hand
Three weapons, when one were more than a man could withstand?
Thou Sword, drawn to slay me!
In the glint of those blades whose sheath is a sweeping lash,
The droop of a lid,
Hath she dazzled us both, from herself her own charms are not hid.
We are prisoners bound by their brightness; but Allah forbid
I should break from my prison.
A glittering brand,
In either dark eye; O Saif, why take to thy hand
Three weapons, when one were more than a man could withstand?
Thou Sword, drawn to slay me!
In the glint of those blades whose sheath is a sweeping lash,
The droop of a lid,
Hath she dazzled us both, from herself her own charms are not hid.
We are prisoners bound by their brightness; but Allah forbid
I should break from my prison.
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