THOU HAST done well, my lover, thou hast done well to send me thy fin of pain. For my incense never yields its perfume till it burns, and my lamp is blind till it is lighted. When my mind is numb its torpor must be stricken by thy love' lightning; and the very darkness that blots my world burns like a torch when set afire by thy thunder.
WHEN MY HEART did not kiss thee in love, 0 world, thy light missed its full splendour and thy sky watched through the long night with its lighted lamp. My heart came with her songs to thy side, whispers were exchange' and she put her wreath on thy neck. I know she has given thee something which will be treasured with thy stars.
LORD OF MY being, has your wish been fulfilled in me? Days have passed without service and nights without love. Flowers have dropped on to the dust and have not been gathered for your acceptance. The harp strings strung with your own hands have slackened and lost their notes. I slept in the shadow of your garden and forgot to water your plants. Is the time over now, my lover? Have we come to the end of this play? Then let the bell ring of departure, let the morning come for the freshening of love. Let the knot of a new life be tied for us in a new bridal bond.
