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RAMIN BEWAILS VIS'S LOSS 161<br />

come as if a poisoned arrow had gone into me from her<br />

whose absence I cannot bear for a moment.<br />

am separated from her, why<br />

Now, since I<br />

did I not die straightway?<br />

I am so unbalanced that whatever I look at on the earth,<br />

since I remain without her, for me it is as undesirable as<br />

if I were soulless. I desire life for the sake of being near<br />

her. The sight of mine eyes rejoices me only that I may<br />

see her, my tongue pleases me that I may talk with her,<br />

my h<strong>and</strong>s I desire for her service! Now, since, to my<br />

misery, I am far from her, I am weary of all joy." Thus<br />

sighing,<br />

the sad one 1<br />

sang a song<br />

to himself :<br />

"<br />

heart, if<br />

thou art in love, sigh ! Thou knowest that none acts justly<br />

to the lover, none has mercy on the lover, none pities his<br />

need. If I sigh, I am right ; I am removed from joy, I am<br />

cut off from the light of the sun. They have sprinkled<br />

salt upon my wound, <strong>and</strong> given me to drink gall for<br />

sherbet. 2 mine eyes ! rain blood, let there be no day<br />

when thou hast pity 3 on life ! My kind of tears pour not<br />

forth like rain, for from rain the earth is beautified. My<br />

face is withered by the rain from mine eyes,<br />

the fire of<br />

grief has consumed my heart, <strong>and</strong> molten gold is poured<br />

is a shame 183<br />

upon my cheeks. Though |<br />

they<br />

say weeping<br />

to a man, in me it is seemly, for I think on the absence of<br />

such a love."<br />

When Shah Moabad came, Raniin was still more assured<br />

what had become of <strong>Vis</strong> ; pain was added to pain <strong>and</strong> grief<br />

upon grief. When tears were shed from his eyes, they<br />

washed the rusts from his yellow face. He always uttered<br />

verses : "I am that heart-wounded one who is<br />

piteous<br />

beyond all aid <strong>and</strong> hope. When my love is shut up in a<br />

castle, I am bound from thence 4 with a thous<strong>and</strong> fetters<br />

<strong>and</strong> chains. 6 Now, wind, tell my tale <strong>and</strong> say to <strong>Vis</strong> :<br />

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Without thee my heart is br<strong>and</strong>ed with many kinds of<br />

hot irons, 6 thy face has remained in mine eyes, thy name<br />

Kue-leue (?), 175. * Sharba 3<br />

Sttqalob.<br />

rom that time. Djadchui, 144, 187.<br />

Shant'hi, 198, 206- the hot iron, weighing 8 pounds, used in the<br />

ordeal. Cf. Laws of Vakhtang.<br />

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