فايزة أحمد ورده -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My lady's presence makes the roses red ,
Because to see her lips they blush for shame .
The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became ,
And her white hands in them this envy bred .
The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread ,
Because the sun's and her power is the same .
The violet of purple colour came .
Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed .
In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take ;
From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed ;
The living heat which her eyebeams doth make
Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed .
The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers ,
Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers,
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