Chapter XLV

That I should find her after weary years, And that mine eyes should keep from happy tears,-- That is not possible, this is not possible.

If she should come after these many days, And if my wondering eyes forget to gaze-- That is not possible, this is not possible.

Sometimes I long to kiss my idol's face, Sometimes to clasp her in my wild embrace-- That is not possible, this is not possible.

How can I let her seek my rival's door, How can I bear the friends I loved before-- That is not possible, this is not possible.

O Zafar, does she bid me to return, And dare I, for I tremble and I burn-- That is not possible, this is not possible.

ZAFAR.