[XXV.]
Like silver torrents flow thy words to me,
But ah—I have no voice to answer thee.
My heart thy words have burnt with whips of fire,
Do they not burn thy lips, O Heart's Desire?
Thy promises are broken every day,
Yet—See my faithfulness!—I hear you say.
Candle-like wastes my body all these days
My flame-like tongue endures to sing thy praise.
O Hasan, I have spoke and sighed and sung,