"What secret kept I these my tears have told, * And my waste body must my love unfold: Though hid my pine, my plight on parting day * To every envious eye my secret sold: O ye who broke up camp, you've left behind * My spirit wearied and my heart a-cold: In my hearts core ye dwell, and now these eyne * Roll blood-drops with the tears they whilome rolled: The absent will I ransom with my soul; * All can my yearning for their sight behold: I have an eye whose babe,[FN#314] for love of thee, * Rejected sleep nor hath its tears controlled. The foeman bids me patient bear his loss, * Ne'er may mine ears accept the ruth he doled! I tricks their deme of me, and won my wish * Of Kamar al-Zaman's joys manifold: He joins all perfect gifts like none before, * Boasted such might and main no King of ol
