Rudabeh Lets Down Her Hair

From A8.5, Zal and Rudabeh: A Secret Visit. It illustrates A8.5.18–28:

A8.5.18
She heard, and smiling, loosed without delayHer night-dark hair and cast its bonds away.
A8.5.19
Coil upon coil, snake upon snake, it wound,Her musk-dark tresses streaming toward the ground.
A8.5.20
She lowered them from battlement to wall,A fragrant kamand hanging through their fall.
A8.5.21
Then from the wall she called to him again:“O lion-born, exalted among men!
A8.5.22
Now spread your lion-grip, your Kayan hand!Climb where my tresses fall to your command.
A8.5.23
These locks are yours, my pledge, my offered sign,Take hold, ascend, and make your pathway mine.”
A8.5.24
Zal gazed in wonder at that shining snare,A face like dawn and night-enchanted hair.
A8.5.25
He kissed the musk-dark strands with longing bliss;Rudabeh heard the sound of that warm kiss.
A8.5.26
Then love-sick Zal raised up his voice and said,And spoke the plea that through his heart had spread:
A8.5.27
“This is not right, that I should rise aboveBy seizing thus the very life I love.”
A8.5.28
He took his kamand from his servant’s hand,And cast it upward where the walls did stand.