سندبادنامه 346.4

346.4

15. Story of the Lover, the Old Crone, and the Weeping Dog
The young man's purple-red cheek turned saffron-pale in bearing the hardships of separation, and from carrying the burdens
and weights of distance—which the wombs of the mother of worldly calamities kept bearing—his arrow-straight stature bent like a bow,
and the juniper and cypress of his form were broken by the violent blasts of fate and the tempests and afflictions of the times;
deprived of the beauty of union, he was content with the phantom of imagination,
and would divert himself with this verse: