Chapter IX

Of no use is my pain to her nor me: For what disease is love the remedy? My heart that may not to her love attain Is humble, and would even crave disdain. O traitrous heart that my destruction sought And me to ruin and disaster brought! As, when the chain of life is snapt in twain, Never shall it be linked, so ne'er again My utterly broken heart shall be made whole. I cannot tear the Loved One from my soul, Nor can I leave my heart that clings to her. O Asif, am I not Love's minister! Who has such courage in Love's ways to dare! What heart like mine such bitterness can bear!

ASIF.