Killed by her beauty, martyred by her word.
I deemed life was tranquillity and rest,
I find it but a never-ending quest;
And I, who sat in quietude and peace,
Toil on a journey that shall never cease.
SHAMSHAD.
[XXXIX.]
Repent not, for repentance is in vain,
And what is done is done;
What shouldst thou reck of me and all my pain?