سندبادنامه 412

412.1

"Sleeplessness upon sleeplessness, and the like of me remains sleepless, / while passion increases, and tears stream down.
Does ardent love strive to make [everyone] as I see myself: / an eye kept wakeful and a heart that throbs?"
In his neighborhood there was an old woman whose day of life had reached its evening, and the dawn
of her span had turned completely to darkness. She was of such deceit and treachery—Rābiʿa in form, a whirlwind in character—
that through deception she could bind the hand of Iblīs, and by guile she could cast the feet of the dīv into chains;
she concocted the electuary of procurement and sold amulets to lovers. In the morning, the young man came to
her and recounted a portion of his affair to her, showed the flask of his heart's condition to her,
held out the pulse of his love before her, and said: