

Arabian Poetry, by W. A. Clouston, [1881], at sacred-texts.com
SURE Harut's * potent spells were breathed
Upon that magic sword, thine eye;
For if it wounds us thus while sheathed,
When drawn tis vain its edge to fly.
How canst thou doom me, cruel fair,
Plunged in the hell of scorn, to groan?
No idol eer this heart could share
This heart has worshipped thee alone.
146:* A wicked angel, who is permitted to tempt mankind by teaching them magic: see the legend respecting him in Sale's Korān.
146: The poet here alludes to the punishments denounced in the Koran against those who worship a plurality of gods: "their couch shall be in hell, and over them shall be coverings of fire." Sur. 2.