He came in sable hued sacque, iv. 263.

He came to see me, hiding 'neath the shirt of night, iv. 252.

He comes; and fawn and branch and moon delight these eyne, iv.

142.

He cometh robed and bending gracefully, ii. 287.

He heads his arrows with piles of gold, iv. 97.

He is Caliph of Beauty in Yusuf's lieu, ii. 292.

He is gone who when to this gate thou go'st, ii. 14.

He is to thee that daily bread thou canst nor loose nor bind, i.

39.

He'll offer sweetmeats with his edged tongue, iii. 115.

He made me drain his wine of honeyed lips, v. 72.

He missed not who dubbed thee, "World's delight," v. 33.

He plucks fruits of her necklace in rivalry, ii. 103.

He prayeth and he fasteth for an end he cloth espy, ii. 264.

He seized my heart and freed my tears to flow, viii. 259.

He showed in garb anemone-red, iv. 263.

He thou trustedst most is thy worst un friend, iii. 143.

He whom the randy motts entrap, iii. 216 Hearkening, obeying, with my dying mouth, ii. 321.

Heavy and swollen like an urine-bladder blown, iv. 236.

Her fair shape ravisheth if face to face she did appear, v. 192 Her fore-arms, dight with their bangles, show, v. 89.

Her golden yellow is the sheeny sun's, iv. 257.

Her lip-dews rival honey-sweets, that sweet virginity, viii. 33.

Her smiles twin rows of pearls display, i. 86.

Here! Here! by Allah, here! Cups of the sweet, the dear! i. 89.

Here the heart reads a chapter of devotion pure, iii. 18.

Hind is an Arab filly purest bred, vii. 97.

His cheek-down writeth (O fair fall the goodly scribe!) ii. 301.

His cheekdown writeth on his cheek with ambergris on pearl, ii.

301.

His eyelids sore and bleared, viii. 297.

His face as the face of the young moon shines, i. 177.

His honeydew of lips is wine; his breath, iv. 195.

His looks have made me drunken, not his wine, iii. 166.

His lovers said, Unless he deign to give us all a drink, viii.

285.

His lovers' souls have drawn upon his cheek, iii. 58.

His mole upon plain of cheek is like, viii. 265.

His scent was musk and his cheek was rose, i. 203.

Ho, lovers all! by Allah say me fair and sooth, ii. 309.

Ho, lovers all! by Allah say me sooth, ii. 320.

Ho say to men of wisdom, wit and lere, v. 239.

Ho thou, Abrizah, mercy! leave me not for I, ii. 127.

Ho, those heedless of Time and his sore despight! vii. 221.

Ho thou hound who art rotten with foulness in grain, iii. 108.

Ho thou lion who broughtest thyself to woe, vii. 123.

Ho thou my letter! when my friend shall see thee, iv. 57.

Ho thou o' the tabret, my heart takes flight, viii. 166.

Ho thou the House! Grief never home in thee' viii. 206.

Ho thou, the house, whose birds were singing gay, v. 57.

Ho thou who grovellest low before the great, ii. 235.

Ho thou, who past and bygone risks regardest with uncare! iii.

28.

Ho thou whose heart is melted down by force of Amor's fire, v.

132.

Ho ye mine eyes let prodigal tears go free, iv. 248.

Ho ye my friends draw near, for I forthright, viii. 258.

Hola, thou mansion! woe ne'er enter thee, iv. 140.

Hold fast thy secret and to none unfold, i.87.

Hold to n.o.bles, sons of n.o.bles, ii. 2.

Honour and glory wait on thee each morn, iv. 60.

Hope not of our favours to make thy prey, viii. 208.

Houris and high-born Dames who feel no fear of men, v. 148.

How bitter to friends is a parting, iv. 222.

How comes it that I fulfilled my vow the while that vow brake you? iv. 241.

How dear is our day and how lucky our lot, i. 293.

How fair is ruth the strong man deigns not smother, i. 103.

How good is Almond green I view, viii. 270.

How is this? Why should the blamer abuse thee in his pride, iii.

232.

How joyously sweet are the nights that unite, v. 61.

How long, rare beauty! wilt do wrong to me, ii. 63.

How long shall I thy coyness and thy great aversion see, iv. 242.

How long shall last, how long this rigour rife of woe, i. 101.

How long this harshness, this unlove shall bide? i. 78.

How manifold nights have I pa.s.sed with my wife, x. 1.

How many a blooming bough in glee girl's hand is fain, viii. 166.

How many a joy by Allah's will hath fled, i. 150.

How many a lover with his eyebrows speaketh, i. 122.

How many a night have I spent in woes ix. 316.

How many a night I've pa.s.sed with the beloved of me, iv. 252.

How many boons conceals the Deity, v. 261.

How many by my labours, that evermore endure, vi. 2.

How. oft bewailing the place shall be this coming and going, viii. 242.

How oft have I fought and how many have slain! vi. 91.

How oft in the mellay I've cleft the array, ii. 109.

How patient bide, with love in sprite of me, iv. 136.

How shall he taste of sleep who lacks repose, viii. 49.

How shall youth cure the care his life undo'th, ii. 320.

Hunger is sated with a bone-dry scone, iv. 201.

Hurry not, Prince of Faithful Men! with best of grace thy vow, vii. 128.

I am he who is known on the day of fight, vi. 262.

I am distraught, yet verily, i. 138.

I am going, O mammy, to fill up my pot, i.311.

I am not lost to prudence, but indeed, ii. 98.

I am taken: my heart burns with living flame, viii. 225.

I am the wone where mirth shall ever smile, i. 175.

I am when friend would raise a rage that mote, iv. 109.

I and my love in union were unite, viii. 247.