There is no night that my lamentation does not reach the
And that my plaint does not reach the ocean in a torrent
You say that with you I shall drink wine on many a morrow
May be that for me the soul will not reach a tomorrow


P 292

Love of Houri-like maids in my head ever be!
In my hand may the grape-juice rose-red ever be!
God give thee repentance!" quoth they. Though He gave,
I'd not do. May it far from my stead ever be!

Th 4

No night my cry doth not reach Gemini,
That my tears' current flows not to the sea;
''After to-morrow'' say'st ''I'll drink with thee?"
Life e'en that morrow may not reach for me!

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