That I may bargain, give me back the heart
Thy cruel fingers hold.
O heart desirous, in Love's perilous way
Thy journey take and in his paths abide,
And thou mayst find perchance, lest thou should stray,
Awaiting thee, a guide.
DAGH.
XIV.
O Weaver of Excuses, what to thee
Are all the promises that thou hast made,