THE

PLEASURES OF LOVE.

TO LEILA,

UPON SEEING HER BLUSH.

BY THE KHALIPH RADHI BILLAH.

LEILA, whene'er I gaze on thee,
My alter'd cheek turns pale,
While upon thine, sweet maid, I see
A deepening blush prevail.

Leila, shall I the cause impart

Why such a change takes place ? The crimson stream deserts my heart To mantle on thy face.

THE

THE ADIEU.

BY ABOU MOHAMMED.

HE boatmen shout, ""Tis time to part,

No longer can we stay ;”—

'Twas then Maimuna taught my heart How much a glance could say.

With trembling steps to me she came;
"Farewel!" she would have cried;
But ere her lips the word could frame
In half-form'd sounds it died.

Then bending down with looks of love,
Her arms she round me flung,

And, as the gale hangs on the grove,
Upon my breast she hung.

My willing arms embraced the maid;
My heart with raptures beat;

While she but wept the more, and said, "Would we had never met i"

TO SELIMA.

BY ACHMED ARDEBEILI, A PERSIAN EXILE.

THOU, SELIMA, hast seen the tender Fawn,
Heedless of danger many a summer's day,
Crop the sweet flowers and herbage of the lawn,
And oft around thee sport in harmless play:

Lo! now the hunter's shout awakes his fears;
In vain, alas! his utmost speed he tries;
In every breeze the voice of death he hears,
With every breeze his soul desponding dies.

Ah! see, to thee he turns with eager speed: Near thee he seeks protection from the foe : Canst thou with tearless eye behold him bleed, Nor strive to shield him from the fatal blow?

And wilt thou then, dear Maid, one smile refuse,
To sooth the anguish of a faithful heart?
Whom tyrant LOVE unceasingly pursues,

And wounds more deeply than the hunter's dart.

TO A DOVE.

BY SERAGE ALWARAK.

THE Dove, to ease an aching breast, In piteous murmurs vents her cares; Like me she sorrows, for opprest

Like me a load of grief she bears.

Her plaints are heard in every wood, While I would fain conceal my woes;

But vain my wish,

-the briny flood, The more I strive, the faster flows.

Sure, gentle Bird, my drooping heart Divides the pangs of love with thine; And plaintive murm'rings are thy part, And silent grief and tears are mine.