Is Dagh. O Fair Ones, look upon his shame!
He is disgraced indeed.
DAGH.
XV.
Thy love permits not my complaint to rise,
It reaches to my lips, and then it dies.
Now, helpless heart, I cannot aid thee more,
And thus for thee God's pity must implore.
Seest thou not how much disgrace and pain
The scornful world has heaped upon us twain,