Redouble then, O Heart, thy pains and, O mine eyes, o’erflow ✿ With tears till not a tear remain within these eyne of me?
Again alas for loved ones lost and loss of patience eke! ✿ For helpers fail me and my griefs are grown beyond decree.
The Lord of Threefold Worlds I pray He deign to me return ✿ My lover and we meet as wont in joy and jubilee.
Then Nur al-Din wept with weeping galore than which naught could be more; and peering into every corner of the room, recited these two couplets:—
I view their traces and with pain I pine ✿ And by their sometime home I weep and yearn;
And Him I pray who parting deigned decree ✿ Some day He deign vouchsafe me their return!
Then Nur al-Din sprang to his feet and locking the door of the house, fared forth running at speed, to the sea shore whence he fixed his eyes on the place of the ship which had carried off his Miriam whilst sighs burst from his breast and tears from his lids as he recited these couplets:—
Peace be with you, sans you naught compensateth me ✿ The near, the far, two cases only here I see:
I yearn for you at every hour and tide as yearns ✿ For water-place wayfarer plodding wearily.
With you abide my hearing, heart and eyen-sight ✿ And (sweeter than the honeycomb) your memory.