the flight of the gazelle

"By the light of all that is sacred in the flight of the gazelle,

the desert's thirst is being quenched by four grains of sand &

the fullness of my eye," said bint-e- Mahar, a full-throated

reminder of an able wine-seeker & tooth of heaven; "what

sullies my ink's wayward thirst is the parchment," she roared.