Chapter XXV

Like silver torrents flow thy words to me, But ah--I have no voice to answer thee.

My heart thy words have burnt with whips of fire, Do they not burn thy lips, O Heart's Desire?

Thy promises are broken every day, Yet--See my faithfulness!--I hear you say.

Candle-like wastes my body all these days My flame-like tongue endures to sing thy praise.

O Hasan, I have spoke and sighed and sung, Yet never from my heart my tale was wrung, My secret grief can never find a tongue.

HASAN.