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Then she whispered him, "By the Lord thou hast quenched a fire

which tortured me and now, by Allah, O my little dark-haired

darling, take me to thee and press me to thy bosom!" Then she

began singing:-

"By Allah, set thy foot upon my soul; * Since long, long years

for this alone I long: And whisper tale of love in ear of me; *

To me 'tis sweeter than the sweetest song! No other youth upon my

heart shall lie; * So do it often, dear, and do it long."