My patience fails me and grows anxiety, viii. 14. 
My prickle is big and the little one said, iii. 302. 
My Salam to the Fawn in the garments concealed, iv. 50. 
My sin to thee is great, iv. 109. 
My sister said, as saw she how I stood, iii. 109. 
My sleeplessness would show I love to bide on wake, iii. 195. 
My soul and my folk I engage for the youth, vii. 111. 
My soul for loss of lover sped I sight, viii. 67. 
My soul be sacrifice for one, whose going, iii. 292. 
My soul thy sacrifice!  I chose thee out, iii. 303. 
My soul to him who smiled back my salute, iii. 168. 
My tale, indeed, is tale unlief, iv. 265. 
My tears thus flowing rival with my wine, iii. 169. 
My tribe have slain that brother mine, Umaym, iv. 110. 
My wish, mine illness, mine unease! by Allah, own, viii. 68. 
My wrongs hide I, withal they show to sight, viii. 260. 
My yearning for thee though long is fresh, iv. 211.

Naught came to salute me in sleep save his shade, vii. 111. 
Naught garred me weep save where and when of severance spake he,
viii. 63. 
Nears my parting fro, my love, nigher draws the severance-day,
viii. 308. 
Need drives a man into devious roads, ii. 14. 
Needs must I bear the term by Fate decreed, ii. 41. 
Ne’er cease thy gate be Ka’abah to mankind, iv. 148. 
Ne’er dawn the severance-day on any wise, viii. 49. 
Ne’er incline thee to part, ii. 105. 
Ne’er was a man with beard grown over. long, viii. 298. 
News my wife wots is not locked in a box! i. 311. 
News of my love fill all the land, I swear, iii. 287. 
No breeze of Union to the lover blows, viii. 239. 
No!  I declare by Him to whom all bow, v. 152. 
No longer beguile me, iii. 137. 
“No ring-dove moans from home on branch in morning light, ii.
152. 
None but the good a secret keep, And good men keep it unrevealed,
i. 87. 
None but the men of worth a secret keep, iii. 289. 
None keepeth a secret but a faithful person, iv. 233. 
None other charms but shine shall greet mine eyes, i. 156. 
None wotteth best joyance but generous youth v. 67. 
Not with his must I’m drunk, but verily, v. 158. 
Now an, by Allah, unto man were fully known, iii. 128. 
Now, an of woman ask ye, I reply, iii. 214. 
Now blame him not; for blame brings only vice and pain, ii. 297. 
Now, by my life, brown hue hath point of comeliness, iv. 258. 
Now, by thy life, and wert thou just my life thou hadst not
ta’en, i. 182. 
Now, by your love! your love I’ll ne’er forget, viii, 315. 
Now I indeed will hide desire and all repine, v. 267. 
Now is my dread to incur reproaches which. 59. 
Now love hast banished all that bred delight, iii. 259. 
Now with their says and said no more vex me the chiding race, iv.
207.