[NOTE: 31]

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I am drunk, yet not with wine; I burn, yet not with fire. I have put on the shirt of love, To stand at the door of the fair one. And the fair one [came] from inside out, Her bosom full of red apples. I said, “Let me take a single one,” [When] up rose the dark-eyed one in tears. She wept, and weeping, she said: “O [my] *yar*, you brought shame upon me in broad daylight; “You seized [me] by sheer force, You kissed [me] with a thousand enticements— “That single daylight kiss, Which is worth a thousand nights.”