And if my wondering eyes forget to gaze--
That is not possible, this is not possible.

Sometimes I long to kiss my idol's face,
Sometimes to clasp her in my wild embrace--
That is not possible, this is not possible.

How can I let her seek my rival's door,
How can I bear the friends I loved before--
That is not possible, this is not possible.

O Zafar, does she bid me to return,
And dare I, for I tremble and I burn--
That is not possible, this is not possible.

ZAFAR.




XLVI.


Whence did the yearning of the soul arise,
The longing to attain the Heavenly Sight?
Before what mortal eyes
Was manifested the Eternal Light?

When the soul understands and wakes to find
Thou hast within the heart of man Thy throne,