Thou didst not heed me when I prayed to thee.
‘Nay, lay thy bow and arrow down,’ I said;
‘Chase not the wild bull, he too has his mate;
Nay, let them live, like us, and love, like us.’
O thou wild bull, thou fearful, cruel bull,
Thy horns are steel, thou huge and dreadful bull
That didst part lovers on Mount Ararat.
The top of Ararat is wrapt in mist;
And Sia-Manto’s bow and arrow gleam
Like pearls. Alas! who ever heard before