But it was all a vision and a dream,
And thirsting in the desert I was left
Lone and bereft.

HALI.




XXV.


Like silver torrents flow thy words to me,
But ah--I have no voice to answer thee.

My heart thy words have burnt with whips of fire,
Do they not burn thy lips, O Heart's Desire?

Thy promises are broken every day,
Yet--See my faithfulness!--I hear you say.

Candle-like wastes my body all these days
My flame-like tongue endures to sing thy praise.

O Hasan, I have spoke and sighed and sung,
Yet never from my heart my tale was wrung,
My secret grief can never find a tongue.

HASAN.