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  Which when the zephyr notes; it hastes to them for jealousy And forces them to bend away from out its neighbourhood。 
On the trees of the garden were all manner fruits; each in two kinds; and amongst them the pomegranate; as it were a ball of silver dross; whereof saith the poet and saith well:

  Pomegranates; fineskinned; like the breasts of a maid; Whenas; rounded and firm; to the sight they're displayed。
  When I peel them; appear to us rubies galore; Such as well may the wit with amazement invade。 
And as quoth another:

  To him; who seeks to e at its inside; there are displayed Rubies together pressed and clad in raiment of brocade。
  I liken the pomegranate; when I look on it; to domes Of alabaster or to breasts of unpolluted maid。
  Therein is healing for the sick and thereanent to us A saying (28) of the Prophet pure tradition hath conveyed。
  Yea; and a word most eloquent; written in the Book; (29) thereof God (may His majesty fore'er be magnified!) hath said。 (30) 
There were apples; sugar and musk and Damani; amazing the beholder; whereof saith the poet:

  The apple in itself two hues; that image to the sight The cheeks of lover and belov'd foregathering; doth unite;
  Upon the boughs like two extremes of wonder they appear; This dark and swarthy (31) to behold; and ruddy that and bright。
  Whenas they clipped; a spy appeared and frighted them; so this Flushed for confusion and that paled for passion and despite。 
There also were apricots of various kinds; almond and camphor and Jilani and Antabi; whereof says the poet:

  The almondapricot most like a lover is; To whom his loved one came and dazed his wit and will。
  The traits of passion's slave that mark it are enough; Its outward's yellow; (32) and its heart is broken still。 (33) 
And saith another and saith well:

  In the apricot's coverage whole gardens there be: Consider them straitly their brightness thou'll see。
  When the boughs bloom in springtime; it blossoms with them; Like the softshining stars; midst the leaves on the tree。 
There likewise were plums and thence: and grapes that heal the sick of 'all' diseases and do away giddiness and bile from the head; and figs on the branches; parcel red and green; amazing sight and sense even as saith the poet:

  'Tis as the fig; whose whiteness; with mingling green bedight; Amongst the treeleaves fruited; appeareth to the sight;
  Where Greeks (34) on palaceturrets that keep the ward: the shades Close o'er them and in darkness they watch the livelong night。 
And saith another and saith well:

  Hail to the fig! It es to us On dishes in fair order laid;
  As 'twere a tablecloth; (35) drawn up Into a bag; without string's aid。 
And saith a third alike well:

  Give me the fig; with beauty that's clad and good to eat: Its outward with its inward accordeth; as is meet。
  It fruiteth and thou pluckst it; and when thou eatst thereof; As camomiles its smell is; its taste as sugar sweet;
  And when into its platters 'tis poured; it seemeth balls Made of green silk and fashioned in goodliness plete。 
And how excellent is the saying of one of them:

  Quoth they (and I on the fig; forsooth; was wont my fill to feed And Made no count of the other fruits to which they gave the meed;)
  'Why dost thou love the fig?' And I; 'The fig hath its folk;' replied; 'And the sycamore fruit hath folk and folk thereto; in very deed。' (36) 
And still goodlier that of another:

  The fig to me is pleasing above all fruits that be; Whenas it's ripe and dangles upon its shining tree。
  What while the clouds are raining; for fear of God Most High; Full many a tear it sheddeth; as 'twere a devotee。 
There were also pears of various kinds; Sinai; Aleppo and Greek; growing singly and in clusters; parcel green and parcel yellow; amazing the beholder; as saith of them the poet:

  Fair fall thee of a pear; whose hue is grown Even as a lover pale (37) for love and moan;
  Like to a virgin in her harem shut; Her face by curtains half concealed; Half shown。 
And Sultani (38) peaches of various shades of red and yellow whereof saith the poet:

  'Tis as the peach; i' the gardens; when with red; like unto dragon's blood; 'tis all o'erspread;
  Were very balls of yellow gold; whose cheeks Are dyed with gouts of blood upon them shed。 
And green almonds of exceeding sweetness; resembling the heart (39) of the palmtree; with their kernels hidden within three tunics of the handiwork of the Munificent King; even as is said of them:

  A tender body; various of attributes and pent In tunics three; the handiwork of God Omnipotent。
  Duresse envelopes it both night and day and therewithal It doth; though guiltless of offence; endure imprisonment。 
And as well saith another:

  Dost thou not see the almonds; when from the parent stem The gentle hand of a plucker pulls and detaches them?
  The peeling of them shows us the kernels therewithin; As when from one an oyster one pulls the hidden gem。 
And as saith a third better than he:

  How goodly is the almond green! The smallest fills the hand; I ween。
  Its nap is as the down upon A minion's cheeks of satin sheen。
  Double and single; as may chance; Its kernels in the husk are seen;
  As pearls they were of lucent white; That cased and lapped in beryls been。 
And as saith yet another and saith well:

  Mine eyes have not looked on the like of the almond For beauty; with blossoms in springtime bedight。
  Whilst the down on its cheek in the leaftime yet sprouteth; Its head is already for hoariness white。 
And jujubeplums of various colours; growing singly and in clusters; whereof saith one; describing them:

  Look at the jujubeplums; upon the branches all arrayed; Like wondergoodly apricots (to dry) on osiers laid。 (40)
  Such is their brightness that they seem; to the beholder's eye; As cascabels of gold they were; of purest bullion made。 
And as saith another and saith well:

  The lotetree doth itself array In some fresh beauty every day。
  'Tis as the fruit upon it were (And th' eye so deems it; sooth to say;)
  Hawks' bells of vegetable gold That swing from every branch and spray。 
And 'blood' oranges; as they were galingale; (41) whereof quoth the poet El Welhan:

  Red oranges; that fill the hand; upon the boughs arow; Shining with loveliness; without they're fire; within they're snow。
  Snow; for a marvel; melting not; though joined with firs it be; And fire that burns not; strange to say; for all its ruddy glow。 
And quoth another and quoth well:

  Trees of blood oranges; whose fruit; in beauty manifold; Unto his eye who draweth near; its brightness to behold;
  Like unto women's cheeks appears; who have adorned themselves And decked them out for festival in robe of cloth of gold。 
And yet another:

  The hills of oranges; what time the zephyrs o'er them glide And to their touch the branches bend and sway from side to side;
  Are like to cheeks; wherein there glows the light of loveliness And to meet which e other cheeks at salutationtide。 
And a fourth:

  One day of a young gazelle that he should praise Our garden and oranges we did require。
  Quoth he; 'Your garden to me is as my face; And whoso gathers its oranges gathers fire。' 
And citrons in colour as virgin gold; dropping from on high and dangling among the branches; as they were ingots of vegetable gold; as saith thereof the poet El Welhan:

  Hast thou not seen a fruited wood of citrons; laden all So heavily that; when they bend; one feareth lest they fall?
  When the breeze passed o'er them; as 'twere with ingots of pure gold It Seemed the bough were laden。 cast in many a gleaming ball。 
And shaddocks; that hung among their boughs; an they were the breasts of gazellelike virgins contenting the utmost of desire; as saith of them the poet and saith well:

  A shaddock; midst the garden ways; I saw; its leaves between; On a fresh branch; as a maid's shape with symmetry beseen。
  When the wind bent it here and there; its fruits all rolled about; As balls of gold they were; at end of malls of beryl green。 
And the lemon; sweet of savour; which resembles a hen's egg; but yellowness is the ornament of its ripe fruit; and its fragrance heartens him 

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