For love they weep with beads cornelian-like ✿ And growth of distance greater dolence grows:
Lit up my longing, O my love, in me ✿ Flames burning ’neath my ribs with fiery throes!
Remembering thee a tear I never shed ✿ But in it thunder roars and leven glows.
Then he wept till he fainted away a fourth time, and presently recovering, recited these couplets:—
Ah! for lowe of love and longing suffer ye as suffer we? ✿ Say, as pine we and as yearn we for you are pining ye?
Allah do the death of Love, what a bitter draught is his! ✿ Would I wot of Love what plans and what projects nurseth he!
Your faces radiant-fair though afar from me they shine, ✿ Are mirrored in our eyes whatsoe’er the distance be;
My heart must ever dwell on the memories of your tribe; ✿ And the turtledove reneweth all as oft as moaneth she:
Ho thou dove, who passest night-tide in calling on thy fere, ✿ Thou doublest my repine, bringing grief for company;
And leavest thou mine eyelids with weeping unfulfilled ✿ For the dearlings who departed, whom we never more may see: