Yea; since that sev’rance never close mine eyes, ✿ Nor rest repose me since departed you!
’Twould seem as though you saw me in your sleep; ✿ Would Heaven the dreams of sleep were real-true!
Indeed I dote on sleep though needed not, ✿ For sleep may bring me that dear form to view.
Then Hasan walked on, little by little, heeding not the way he went, till he reached the foot of the stairs, whence he dragged himself to his own chamber; then he entered and shutting the door, lay sick eating not nor drinking and drowned in the sea of his solitude. He spent the night thus, weeping and bemoaning himself, till the morning, and when it morrowed he repeated these couplets:—
The birds took flight at eve and winged their way; ✿ And sinless he who died of Love’s death-blow.
I’ll keep my love-tale secret while I can ✿ But, an desire prevail, its needs must show:
Night brought me nightly vision, bright as dawn; ✿ While nights of my desire lack morning-glow.
I mourn for them[[61]] while they heart-freest sleep ✿ And winds of love on me their plaything blow:
Free I bestow my tears, my wealth, my heart ✿ My wit, my sprite:—most gain who most bestow!
The worst of woes and banes is enmity ✿ Beautiful maidens deal us to our woe.