Muntakhab al-tawarikh 360: Another ode

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"Longing for thy ringlet has made me restless, I am at death's door O come to my help! I could endure thy cruelty all my life, but Thy sitting with a stranger I cannot endure I restrain myself from weeping at the end of thy street For I fear that the flood of my tears would sweep me away from the end of thy street Not for the twinkling of an eye does the restless longing for thy ringlet Permit me to sleep during the night of absence from thee Nuvidi, since my heart has become united with grief for thee, The confusion of all material things has left my remembrance"