سندبادنامه 336

336.1

until at last the morning breeze, the soul of spirits, blew and called the physical forms to their morning wine. The youth,
with a heart full of pain and a yellow face, came out of his house, inquiring, “Where is the physician
of love's shop, so that I may show him the urine-glass of my pain and the pulse-points of my passion? Perhaps the bile
of this occurrence may be treated with an oxymel that gives solace to this soul near death with yearning for union, who is left in the crisis
of separation!”