Better that ye were broken than like this
Empty and cold eternally to rest.
“O useless eyes,
Never the lost Beloved for all these years
Have ye beheld: better that ye were blind
Than dimmed thus by my unavailing tears.
“O fading rose,
Dying unseen as hidden thou wert born:
So my heart’s blossom fallen in the dust
Was ne’er ordained his turban to adorn.”