Come back to shine thy rival as before,
But O what ages has it taken thee
To come to me--if thou wilt come--once more!

ARZU.




Through Love did I the joy of life attain,
And walking in the way that He hath led
I found the remedy to heal all pain;
Why therefore is my pain unremedied?

GHALIB.




O burnish well the mirror of thy heart
And make it fair,
If thou desire the image of thy Love
To shine reflected there.

HATIM.




No fault is thine, Beloved, I do not blame thee,