Had I known of love in what fashion he, vii. 330. 
Had I wept before she did in my passion for Su’ada, vii. 275. 
Had she shown her shape to idolator’s sight, viii. 279. 
Hadst thou been leaf in love’s loyalty, iii. 77. 
Had we known of thy coming we fain had dispread, i. 117. 
Had we wist of thy coming, thy way had been strown, i. 271. 
Haply and happily may Fortune bend her rein, viii. 67. 
Haply shall Allah deign us twain unite, viii. 141. 
Haply shall Fortune draw her rein, iii. 251. 
Happy is Eloquence when thou art named, i. 47. 
Hast quit the love of Moons or dost persist? iv. 240. 
Hast seen a Citron-copse so weighed adown, viii. 272. 
Haste to do kindness thou dost intend, iv. 181. 
Haste to do kindness while thou hast the power, iii. 136. 
Have the doves that moan in the lotus tree, vii. 91. 
He blames me for casting on him my sight, viii. 283. 
He came and cried they, Now be Allah blest! iii. 215. 
He came in sable hued sacque, iv. 263. 
He came to see me, hiding ’neath the shirt of night, iv. 252. 
He comes; and fawn and branch and moon delight these eyne, iv.
142. 
He cometh robed and bending gracefully, ii. 287. 
He heads his arrows with piles of gold, iv. 97. 
He is Caliph of Beauty in Yusuf’s lieu, ii. 292. 
He is gone who when to this gate thou go’st, ii. 14. 
He is to thee that daily bread thou canst nor loose nor bind, i.
39. 
He’ll offer sweetmeats with his edged tongue, iii. 115. 
He made me drain his wine of honeyed lips, v. 72. 
He missed not who dubbed thee, “World’s delight,” v. 33. 
He plucks fruits of her necklace in rivalry, ii. 103. 
He prayeth and he fasteth for an end he cloth espy, ii. 264. 
He seized my heart and freed my tears to flow, viii. 259. 
He showed in garb anemone-red, iv. 263. 
He thou trustedst most is thy worst un friend, iii. 143. 
He whom the randy motts entrap, iii. 216
Hearkening, obeying, with my dying mouth, ii. 321. 
Heavy and swollen like an urine-bladder blown, iv. 236. 
Her fair shape ravisheth if face to face she did appear, v. 192
Her fore-arms, dight with their bangles, show, v. 89. 
Her golden yellow is the sheeny sun’s, iv. 257. 
Her lip-dews rival honey-sweets, that sweet virginity, viii. 33. 
Her smiles twin rows of pearls display, i. 86. 
Here!  Here! by Allah, here!  Cups of the sweet, the dear! i. 89. 
Here the heart reads a chapter of devotion pure, iii. 18. 
Hind is an Arab filly purest bred, vii. 97. 
His cheek-down writeth (O fair fall the goodly scribe!) ii. 301. 
His cheekdown writeth on his cheek with ambergris on pearl, ii.
301. 
His eyelids sore and bleared, viii. 297. 
His face as the face of the young moon shines, i. 177. 
His honeydew of lips is wine; his breath, iv. 195. 
His looks have made me drunken, not his wine, iii. 166. 
His lovers said, Unless he deign to give us all a