Note 181
The Porter and the Three Ladies of Baghdad.
The original is full of conceits and plays on words which are not easily rendered in English.
"I drank, but the draught of his glance, not wine, * And his swaying gait swayed to sleep these eyne: 'Twas not grape juice grips me but grasp of Past * 'Twas not bowl o'erbowled me but gifts divine: His coiling curl-lets my soul ennetted * And his cruel will all my wits outwitted.[FN#181]"
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