سندبادنامه 348.1

348.1

“Every night her phantom circles round my heart; / truly, I am ashamed before the care her phantom shows me.”
From evening until morning, and from daybreak to dusk, he would sit in seclusion and dwell in the beloved's street,
waiting for a breeze of solitude whose fragrance from the gardens of union
might reach his nostrils; an incurable pain and an unending affliction had taken hold over his heart and soul,
and the fire of separation had utterly consumed the harvest of his patience. In the language of his condition
he would say: