Oft times mischance shall straiten noble breast, viii. 117. 
Oft when thy case shows knotty and tangled skein, vi. 71. 
Oh a valiant race are the sons of Nu’uman, iii. 80. 
Oh soul of me, an thou accept my rede, ii. 210. 
Oh ye gone from the gaze of these ridded eyne, ii. 139. 
Old hag, of high degree in filthy life, v. 96. 
On earth’s surface we lived in rare ease and joy, vii. 123. 
On her fair bosom caskets twain I scanned, i. 156. 
On me and with me bides thy volunty, viii. 129. 
On Sun and Moon of palace cast thy sight, i. 85. 
On the brow of the World is a writ, an thereon thou look, ix. 297
On the fifth day at even-tide they went away from me, ii. 10
On the fifth day I quitted all my friends for evermore, ii. 10
On the glancing racer outracing glance, ii. 273. 
On the shaded woody island His showers Allah deign, x. 40. 
On these which once were chicks, iv. 235. 
One, I wish him in belt a thousand horns, v. 129. 
One craved my love and I gave all he craved of me, iii. 210. 
One wrote upon her cheek with musk, his name was Ja’afar highs,
iv. 292. 
Open the door! the leach now draweth near, v. 284. 
Oppression ambusheth in sprite of man, ix. 343. 
Our aim is only converse to enjoy, iv. 54. 
Our Fort is Tor, and flames the fire of fight, ii. 242. 
Our life to thee, O cup-boy Beauty-dight! iii. 169. 
Our trysting-time is all too short, iii. 167.

Pardon my fault, for tis the wont, i. 126. 
Pardon the sinful ways I did pursue, ii. 38. 
Part not from one whose wont is not to part from you, iii. 295
Parting ran up to part from lover twain iii. 209. 
Pass round the cup to the old and the young man, too, viii. 278. 
Pass o’er my fault, for ’tis the wise man’s wont, viii. 327. 
Patience hath fled, but passion fareth not v. 358. 
Patience with sweet and with bitter Fate! viii. 146. 
Patient I seemed, yet Patience shown by me, vii.96. 
Patient, O Allah! to Thy destiny I bow iii.328. 
Pause ye and see his sorry state since when ye fain withdrew,
viii. 66. 
Peace be to her who visits me in sleeping phantasy, viii. 241. 
Peace be to you from lover’s wasted love vii. 368. 
Peace be with you, sans you naught compensateth me, viii. 320. 
Perfect were lover’s qualities in him was brought amorn, viii.
255. 
Pink cheeks and eyes enpupil’d black have dealt me sore despight,
viii. 69. 
Pleaseth me more the fig than every fruit viii. 269. 
Pleaseth me yon Hazar of mocking strain v.48. 
Pleasure and health, good cheer, good appetite, ii. 102. 
Ply me and also my mate be plied, viii. 203. 
Poverty dims the sheen of man whate’er his wealth has been, i.
272
Pray’ee grant me some words from your lips, belike, iii. 274. 
Pray, tell me what hath Fate to do betwixt us twain? v. 128. 
Preserve thy hoary hairs from soil and stain, iv. 43. 
Prove how love can degrade, v. 134.