PART III LOVE
CHAPTER 125
ADDRESSING ONE'S OWN HEART
SHE
1241. Wouldst thou not think, O my Heart, and find out and tell me some remedy to cure me of this incurable disease ?
1242. Bless thee, my Heart ! Thou art a fool to grieve at his absence when he hath no love for thee.
1243. What availeth our sitting here and pining away for thinking of him, O my Heart ? He that caused us this grief remembereth us not.
1244. If thou go to him, my Heart, take these eyes also along with thee ! For they devour me in their longing to look on him.
1245. Though he spurneth us in spite of our cleaving unto him, can we give him up as an enemy, my Heart ?
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