Zulaikha'S Youth Returns

The beauty returned which was ruined and dead, And her cheek gained the splendour which long I had fled. Again shone the waters which sad years had dried, And the rose-bed of youth bloomed again in its pride. The musk was restored and the camphor withdrawn, And the black night followed the grey of the dawn, The cypress rose stately and tall as of old: The pure silver was free from all wrinkle and fold. From each musky tress fled the traces of white: To the black narcissus came beauty and light.