Had we thy coming known, we would for sacrifice, i. 13. 
Haste not to that thou dost desire; for haste is still unblest, ii. 88. 
He who Mohammed sent, as prophet to mankind, i. 50. 
His love he’d have hid, but his tears denounced him to the spy, iii. 42
His love on him took pity and wept for his dismay, ii. 210. 
How long, O Fate, wilt thou oppress and baffle me? ii. 69. 
How long shall I thus question my heart that’s drowned in woe? iii. 42. 
How long will ye admonished be, without avail or heed? iii. 40. 
How many, in Yemameh, dishevelled widows plain! i. 50.

I am content, for him I love, to all abide, iii. 25. 
I am filled full of longing pain and memory and dole, iii. 15. 
I am the champion-slayer he warrior without peer, iii. 94. 249——­
I clipped her in mine arms and straight grew drunken with the scent, iii. 125. 
I fear to be seen in the air, ii. 255. 
I marvel for that to my love I see thee now incline, iii. 112. 
I saw thee, O thou best of all the human race, display, i. 46. 
I swear by his life, yea, I swear by the life of my love without peer, iii. 21. 
If I must die, then welcome death to heal, iii. 23. 
If, in his own land, midst his folk, abjection and despite, ii. 196. 
I’m the crown of every sweet and fragrant weed, ii. 255. 
In every rejoicing a boon[FN#240] midst the singers and minstrels am I, ii. 258
In my soul the fire of yearning and affliction rageth aye, iii. 65. 
Indeed, thou’st told the tale of kings and men of might, iii. 87. 
It chances whiles that the blind man escapes a pit, ii. 51. 
It is as the jasmine, when it I espy, ii. 236.

Let destiny with loosened rein its course appointed fare, iii. 211
Like a sun at the end of a cane in a hill of sand, iii. 190. 
Like the full moon she shows upon a night of fortune fair, iii. 191. 
Lo, since the day I left you, O my masters, iii. 24. 
Look at the moss-rose, on its branches seen, ii. 256.

May the place of my session ne’er lack thee!  Oh, why, iii. 118
Me, till I stricken was therewith, to love thou didst excite, iii. 113
Midst colours, my colour excelleth in light, ii. 258. 
Most like a wand of emerald my shape it is, trow I, ii. 245. 
My flower a marvel on your heads doth show, ii. 254. 
My fortitude fails, my endeavour is vain, ii. 95. 
My fruit is a jewel all wroughten of gold, ii. 245. 
My heart will never credit that I am far from thee, ii. 275. 
My secret is disclosed, the which I strove to hide, iii. 89. 
My watering lips, that cull the rose of thy soft cheek, declare, iii. 134.

No good’s in life (to the counsel list of one who’s purpose-whole), i. 28.