Part, Chapter

 1    1, Prol|    women to tears.~I burst my breast, striving to give vent to
 2    1, 7   |       lacks the ferment in my breast,~The spheres lag behind
 3    1, 13  | prevail over you!~He in whose breast the leaf of true faith is
 4    3, 2   |        He who made mother and breast and milk~United mother to
 5    3, 17  |   athirst ~Was kindled in the breast of the Prince of Bokhara. ~
 6    4, 2   |     with his head sunk on his breast in Sufi fashion. His friends
 7    4, 4   |      He who had struck at his breast ~Had cleft his own breast
 8    4, 4   |     breast ~Had cleft his own breast and killed himself. ~They
 9    4, 9   |      their inclination to the breast,~Or the excessive inclination
10    5, 13  |    then heaved a cry from its breast,~And without mouth vented
11    6, 9   |     broken heart and contrite breast.~His voice sounds sweet