Long I desired and dreamed, waiting with eager breath,
But ere she came to me, Fate sent the sleep of Death.
To God as servitor I my devotion gave,
Now Love hath taken me, bound me to be his slave.
I, Muztar, die with grief, yearning unsatisfied,
Still hangs the purdah's fold I cannot draw aside,
Nor lift the needless veil woven of shame and pride.
MUZTAR.
[XXXV.]
The fire of love I for my idol know