Quince every taste conjoins, in her are found, i. 158. 
Quoth I to a comrade one day, viii. 289. 
Quoth our Imam Abu Nowas, who was, v. 157. 
Quoth she (for I to lie with her forbare), iii. 303. 
Quoth she, “I see thee dye thy hoariness,” iv. 194. 
Quoth she to me,—­and sore enraged, viii. 293. 
Quoth she to me—­I see thou dy’st thy hoariness, viii. 295. 
Quoth they and I had trained my taste thereto, viii. 269. 
Quoth they, Black letters on his cheek are writ! iv. 196. 
Quoth they, Maybe that Patience lend thee ease! iii. 178. 
Quoth they, Thou rav’st on him thou lov’st, iii. 258. 
Quoth they, “Thou’rt surely raving mad for her thou lov’st, viii.
326.

Racked is my heart by parting fro my friends, i. 150.  Rain showers of torrent tears, O Eyne, and see, viii. 250.  Rebel against women and so shalt thou serve Allah the more, iii. 214.  Red fruits that fill the hand, and shine with sheen, viii. 271.  Rely not on women:  Trust not to their hearts, i. 13.  Reserve is a jewel, Silence safety is, i. 208.  Restore my heart as ’twas within my breast, viii. 37.  Right near at hand, Umaymah mine! v. 75.  Robe thee, O House, in richest raiment Time, viii. 206.  Roll up thy days and they shall easy roll, iv. 220.  Rosy red Wady hot with summer glow, ix.6.  Round with big and little, the bowl and cup, ii. 29.

Said I to slim-waist who the wine engraced, viii. 307. 
Salam from graces treasured by my Lord, iii. 273. 
Salams fro’ me to friends in every stead, iii. 256. 
Say, canst not come to us one momentling, iv. 43. 
Say, cloth heart of my fair incline to him, v. 127. 
Say him who careless sleeps what while the shaft of Fortune
flies, i. 68. 
Say me, on Allah’s path has death not dealt to me, iv. 247. 
Say me, will Union after parting e’er return to be, viii. 320. 
Say then to skin “Be soft,” to face “Be fair,” i. 252. 
Say thou to the she-gazelle, who’s no gazelle, v. 130. 
Say to angry lover who turns away, v. 131
Say to the charmer in the dove-hued veil, i. 280. 
Say to the fair in the wroughten veil, viii. 291
Say to the pretty one in veil of blue, iv. 264. 
Say what shall solace one who hath nor home nor stable stead,
ii.124. 
Say, will to me and you the Ruthful union show, viii. 323. 
Scented with sandal and musk, right proudly cloth she go, v. 192. 
Seeing thy looks wots she what thou desir’st, v. 226. 
Seest not how the hosts of the Rose display, viii. 276. 
Seest not that Almond plucked by hand, viii. 270. 
Seest not that musk, the nut-brown musk, e’er claims the highest
price, iv. 253. 
Seest not that pearls are prized for milky hue, iv. 250. 
Seest not that rosery where Rose a flowering displays, viii. 275. 
Seest not the bazar with its fruit in rows, iii. 302. 
Seest not the Lemon when it taketh form, viii. 272. 
Seest not we want for joy four things all told, i. 86.