“هوا” in the Masnavi

Her pulse remained calm and undisturbed until he asked about the city of Samarkand, sweet as sugar.

Her pulse leaped, and her face turned red and pale, for she had been parted from a goldsmith of Samarkand.

The king did not shed that blood out of lust; so let go of your suspicion and dispute.

You imagined that he had committed impurity, but how could true purity allow any dross to pollute its clarity?