I tell thee, nor more for my life can reveal,
That I love thee, and hate thee—and tell it with pain.
Aly Ben Ahmed Ben Mansour
TO THE VIZIR CASSIM OBID ALLAH, ON THE DEATH OF ONE OF HIS SONS
Poor Cassim! thou art doom’d to mourn
By destiny’s decree;
Whatever happen it must turn
To misery for thee.
Two sons hadst thou, the one thy pride,
The other was thy pest;
Ah, why did cruel death decide