My love has used instead of bolt and bow
A deadlier dart.

NASIKH.



XXXVI.


The wound upon my heart glows bright and clear
With such a steady and unwavering light
That in the darkness I shall have no fear
And need no lamp to guide my steps aright.

When of the darkness of the grave I hear,
The night of death, and all the pangs thereof,
I reck not, for one thing alone I fear--
The night of separation from my Love.

NASIKH.




XXXVII.


Shall I or shall I not console my heart
And win relief?