She Seemed So Bored, I Wanted To Embrace Her By Surprise; But Then The Scalding Waters Fell From Her Eyes And Burnt Her Roses. I Offered Her A Cup.... And Came To Paradise.... Ah, Sorrow, When She Rose From The Waves Of Wine I Thought She Would Have Killed Me With The Swords Of Her Desolation.... Especially As I Had Tied Her Girdle With The Wrong Bow. From The Arabic Of Abu Nuas (Eighth Century).