سندبادنامه 337.1

337.1

My physician felt my pulse and said, “It is love!” / Woe to him, what a cure-finding brother!
So I reproached the physician secretly with my eye, / then implored him by the truth of the Cross.
He said to himself, “The proper course is that I send a letter to the beloved and inform her of the state of my weary heart
and wounded soul; perhaps she may show kindness and display
grace, for no possessor of heart holds his own friend as an enemy. And the world-adorning,
sphere-traversing sun, who is the king of the stars and the emperor of the planets, despite the height
of his ascents and the elevation of his degrees, disdains not the insignificant motes; and the red-faced,
green-robed, wanton-eyed, graceful rose, who is the king of fragrant herbs and the adornment of gardens,
does not count association with the thorn as a cause of shame and disgrace. Perhaps this cold sigh may produce a warm