"Time sware my life should fare in woeful waste; * Forsworn art Time, expiate thy sin in haste![FN318] Comes weal and comes a welcome friend to aid; * To him who brings good news, rise, gird thy waist I spurned old world tales of Eden bliss; * Till came I Kausar[FN319] on those lips
When Zau al-Makan heard this, he pressed his sister to his breast; tears streamed from his eyes for excess of joy and he repeated these couplets,[FN320]
"Long I lamented that we fell apart, * While tears repentant railed from these eyne; And sware, if Time unite us twain once more, * 'Severance' shall never sound from tongue of mine: Joy hath so overwhelmed me that excess * Of pleasure from mine eyes draws gouts of brine: Tears, O mine eyes, have now become your wont * Ye weep for pleasure and you weep for pi
