That floats untamed, untaken, on the wind.
From an unsympathetic world I flee
To you, your love and fellowship I crave,
O Singers dead, Sauda and Mushafi,
I lay my song as tribute on your grave.
AMIR.
[IX.]
Of no use is my pain to her nor me:
For what disease is love the remedy?
My heart that may not to her love attain