The Utayyah poet

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She rose like the morn as she shone through the night And she gilded the grove with her gracious sight:

From her radiance the sun taketh increase when She unveileth and shameth the moonshine bright

Bow down all beings between her hands As she showeth charms with her veil undight

And she floodeth cities with torrent tears Whrn she flasheth her look of leven-light

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