O changing Wheel of Fate, what thing is there
Thou hast not in thy myriad cycles brought!
Wilt thou, indeed, I wonder in despair,
Bring me at last what I so long have sought?

SAUDA.




I longed that the Beloved might come to me,
Or Patience come and in my heart remain;
But neither came, and now at last I see
The only constant friend I have is Pain.

TABAN.




False is she, breaker of all promises,
The heart's unending malady is she;
All this and more she is,
And she herself the only remedy.

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