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 1 Pre     |     it. "Ah, why has my black hair turned white!" he laments,
 2 Pre     |      Or: "If the scent of her hair were to blow across my dust
 3 I       |      fragrance of musk in her hair that sleeps~In the night
 4 I(*)    |       the gazelle's, a stag's hair of a very coarse kind, but
 5 IV      |      vain~And not in vain thy hair's soft radiance showers~
 6 XVIII   |       Who feel thy wind-blown hair and bow the head.~Thy messenger
 7 XVIII   |       bondage of thy gleaming hair!~Safe only those, safe,
 8 XXI(*)  |      half-naked savages, with hair hanging down their backs,
 9 XXII    |       garden and flowers, and hair flowing loose on the breeze,~
10 XXV     |       protection of my lady's hair~Grief nor disquiet come
11 XXXII(*)| Persian image to describe the hair of the beloved as entangling
12 XXXVIII | curling lock of thy luxuriant hair~Breaks into barbèd hooks