O ye who blame me for who baulks my love! ✿ What sweeter thing than boon to man denayed?
A sun, yet scorcheth he my very heart! ✿ A moon, but riseth he from breasts a-shade!
When she had made an end of her song, she threw the lute from her hand and wept, whilst the Shaykh wept for her weeping. Then she fell down in a fainting fit and presently recovering, crowned the cup and drinking it off, gave the elder to drink, after which she took the lute and breaking out into song, chanted these couplets:—
Thy parting is bestest of woes to my heart, ✿ And changed my case till all sleep it eschewed:
The world to my being is desolate; ✿ Then Oh grief! and Oh lingering solitude!
Maybe The Ruthful incline thee to me ✿ And join us despite what our foes have sued!
Then she wept till her voice rose high and her wailing was discovered to those without; after which she again began to drink and plying the Shaykh with wine, sang these couplets:—
An they hid thy person from eyen-sight, ✿ They hid not thy name fro’ my mindful sprite:
Or meet me; thy ransom for meeting I’ll be![[332]] ✿ Or fly me; and ransom I’ll be for thy flight!
Mine outer speaks for mine inner case, ✿ And mine inner speaks for mine outer plight.