Then will I spend my good on lover-wights, ✿ Who’re of my tribe and of the faith of me;
And loose the very birds from jail set free, ✿ And change my grief for gladdest gree and glee!”
Then he went on to the third cage, wherein he found a mocking-bird[[61]] which, when it saw him, set up a song, and he recited the following couplets:—
Pleaseth me yon Hazár of mocking strain ✿ Like voice of lover pained by love in vain.
Woe’s me for lovers! Ah how many men ✿ By nights and pine and passion low are lain!
As though by stress of love they had been made ✿ Morn-less and sleep-less by their pain and bane.
When I went daft for him who conquered me ✿ And pined for him who proved of proudest strain,
My tears in streams down trickled and I cried ✿ “These long-linkt tears bind like an adamant-chain:”
Grew concupiscence, severance long, and I ✿ Lost Patience’ hoards and grief waxed sovereign:
If Justice bide in world and me unite ✿ With him I love and Allah veil us deign,