embrace
enfoldeth
lovers
twain，Each
to the
other's
bosom
claspedclad
in their
own
delight，Whilst
hand with
hand and
arm with
arm about
their
necks
enchain.
Lo！when
two hearts
are
straitly
knit in
passion
and
desireBut
on cold
iron smite
the folk
that chide
at them in
vain. If
in thy
time thou
find but
one to
love thee
and be
trueI rede
thee cast
the world
away and
with that
one
remain. As
soon as
Bedreddin
was
asleepthe
Afrit said
