The rapture in rapture. 
153 
 
 
 
XLII 
 
BAGH-I-MUATTAR 
 
 
Ye cypress-breasted boys of birth, 
attend the coming of the gloom ! 
 
Expose your breasts of jasmine, show 
your lily buttocks all abloom ! 
 
Let Love awake, and blush, as Love 
comes glimmering from the starry womb, 
 
With standing member all aglow, 
purpled with cloth from Rapture’s loom. 
 
O tulip cheeks !  O lips of rose ! 
the joy of Allah ye assume, 
 
Rejoicing in the luscious play, 
the slippery splendour of the spume 
 
Cast from the holy hiding-place 
for ever till the day of doom. 
 
Rejoice, O podex, in thy strength ! 
thy spasms like the stars illume 
 
Earth’s darkness, life’s disgrace, abash 
the trifling terrors of the tomb. 
 
The nargis scent shall steal about 
the world, assuage its fret and fume,