Consorts of the Moon are your two Mars, which are those two eyes of yours, Darling; with that H¯ar¯ut and M¯ar¯ut of yours draw the litigious ones to Babylon.
Solomon, with that ring (for you are the sealing of all the fair ones) by force drag in chains all the divs and peris.
You have opened the treasure of beneficence for the sake of jinns and men; draw the likeness of We have given thee over the needy beggar.
Illumine the body with the spirit, root up envy utterly; fix the gaze on the orient skies, draw the reason into problems.
When the lip recites Praise, give it dessert and wine unlimited; when it recites Nor those astray, do you draw it into guiding proofs.
When the soul hurries towards you, give it a candle to find the way; when it seeks your sun, draw it like the moon into the “houses.”
Give the crop-sick lover the wine of Kai-K¯a’¯us’ cup; draw before the thoughts of the man of reason hairsplitting and craft.
With the advancing of your favours draw the spirit and make it receptive; draw your acceptance and investiture towards the receptive soul.
To the prisoner of pain and regret give the message of Do not despair; draw him slain of love for your beauty from this slayingplace to the slayer.
If this body is infidel at heart, propose “testimony” to it; and if this spirit is fruitless, what matters that? Draw it to the fruit.
Quicken it, and if you cannot, make Messiah your deputy; grant it union, or if you grant it not, draw it by your grace to the Lord of grace.
Earthy one, the earth trembled when it saw that holiness and purity; recite When it is shaken, draw the vision into trembling.
Make an end of it, ho, at once, for you are the King of State and Word; whoever proffers speech, do you draw a line over speech and speaker.
