CHAPTER 124
THE WASTING AWAY OF HER LOVELY FORM
SHE
1231. My eyes think on him who left me saying that it was but to increase my happiness that he went, and are ashamed to show their face before flowers.[1]
1232. My lack-lustre eyes that are raining down tears look as if they would betray to others the unkindness of my beloved.
1233. The arms that swelled with joy on the nuptial day now look as if they would proclaim his parting to all the world.
1234. The arms that lost their wonted comeliness at the parting of the beloved, are now grown so thin that their very bracelets slip off from them of themselves.
1235. The arms which have lost their wonted comeliness together with the bracelets that they were wearing, proclaim loudly to the world the cruelty of that cruel one.
- ↑ For having believed such a palpable absurdity.
