سندبادنامه 330.1

330.1

I made my passage by her door, / hoping I might see her and be revived through her.
I perished from yearning for her closeness; / who will grant me the heedlessness of her chamberlains?
The woman cast her gaze from above the belvedere down upon the youth. When she saw his bewilderment, regret, agitation,
and distress, she knew that her thieving curl and bloodthirsty glance had stolen the coin of composure from
the purse of patience, and had put up his heart and soul for auction in the bazaar of love to the highest bidder.
As is the fickle custom of beauties, she shut the pavilion door: