PART III LOVE
CHAPTER 117
BEWAILING THE PANGS OF SEPARATION AND PINING AWAY
SHE
1161. I smother my grief within me, but behold ! it only welleth up more and more even as the water of the spring to those who are draining it.
1162. To conceal my grief is now beyond me : but as to disclosing it, I should feel it a shame to speak of it even to him that caused it.
1163. At the two ends of the pole which is my life, my two loads of passion and and delicacy hang heavy; and this suffering body breaketh under their weight.[1]
1164. There is a very sea before me in my passion for my beloved: but a trusty bark to cross it there is none for me.
1165. What will they not do when they are enemies, those who suffer one to pine away when they are friends ?
- ↑ Whenever men have a heavy burden to carry, they divide it into two equal bundles and attach each one of them to one end of a longish pole which is then lifted and carried on the shoulder by the middle.
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