Umayyad poetry

Erotic love (ghazal)

Bring her out, swaying like a wild cow \\ Amid five of her age, with swelling breasts.

A cloistered one is she, the texture of her cheeks \\ Suffused with the water of youth.

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"Do you love her?" they asked. Said I, "Much -- \\ To the number of stars and peblles and grains of dust!"

Her fatal charms, her neck, enhanced \\ By a colouring that glittered like gold,

Recalled the glory of the sun \\ Emerging from darkness and clouds.

-- Umar ibn Abi Rabi`a (644-712 or 721)