Muntakhab al-tawarikh 368.2

368.2

“I travel on a deadly road, not knowing to what end it may lead “The torment of the stranger’s hard-heartedness has cast fire into my heart, For though thou afflictest him a hundred times he turns not to thee.” “Beneath the wound of thy sword I flinch not intentionally; It may be that I give thee some knowledge of my weakness.” “She reminds me of the restlessness which I suffer in her absence, One would think that once in the days of my youth she had asked me how I did.” “For each one of the fair that I see I experience such ecstasies of love, That the fire of desire for her leaps into flame in my soul.” “Every hour thou accusest me of some fresh fault, As thou seekest only to vex me I wonder not at this.” “I wish not to be questioned at the day of judgment, For I fear that I should have to tell what I have suffered in my love for thee.” “Thou vexest none but me, and I am glad That thou hast such dealings with none but me.” “In the night of absence from thee I suffer grief in a hundred forms, In the midst of the sighs and lamentations which my mouth utters.”