For your love my patience fails and albeit you forget ✿ I may not; nor to other love my heart can make reply:
Bear my body, bear my soul wheresoever you may fare ✿ And where you pitch the camp let my body buried lie:
Cry my name above my grave, and an answer shall return ✿ The moaning of my bones responsive to your cry.[[127]]
Then she recited, weeping bitterly the while:—
The day of my delight is the day when draw you near ✿ And the day of mine affright is the day you turn away:
Though I tremble through the night in my bitter dread of death ✿ When I hold you in my arms I am free from all affray.
Once more she began reciting:—
Though a-morn I may awake with all happiness in hand ✿ Though the world all be mine and like Kisra-kings[[128]] I reign;
To me they had the worth of the winglet of the gnat ✿ When I fail to see thy form, when I look for thee in vain.
When she had ended for a time her words and her weeping I said to her:—O my cousin, let this thy mourning suffice, for in pouring forth tears there is little profit! Thwart me not, answered she, in aught I do, or I will lay violent hands on myself! So I held my peace and left her to go her own way; and she ceased not to cry and keen and indulge her affliction for yet another year. At the end of the third year I waxed aweary of this longsome mourning, and one day I happened to enter the cenotaph when vexed and angry with some matter which had thwarted me, and suddenly I heard her say:—O my lord, I never hear thee vouchsafe a single word to me! Why dost thou not answer me, O my master? and she began reciting:—