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290 YISEAMIANI<br />

off the branch of joy with mine own h<strong>and</strong>, <strong>and</strong> with mine<br />

own h<strong>and</strong> I have dug a pit 1 for myself, <strong>and</strong> have cast clown<br />

into it hope of solace.<br />

ask pardon<br />

Now, what shall I do ? How can I<br />

from the ravisher of my soul? How can I<br />

show my br<strong>and</strong>ed heart to her ? With what can I present<br />

her for shame ? What converse can I devise ? What excuse<br />

can I give for leaving her, or how can I deceive her while I<br />

live? Even if I were to cast off my shamelessness now<br />

<strong>and</strong> heat once more frozen love, still I have no means of<br />

enduring. I have no longer respect for my heart, by<br />

which so many griefs have come upon me, in which even<br />

now I am. Miraculous <strong>and</strong> unending evidently were the<br />

planet, day, <strong>and</strong> hour when I became enamoured, <strong>and</strong> love<br />

came down into my heart, <strong>and</strong> I myself with mine own<br />

| alas ! my griefs date<br />

from the time when love made a coward of me. Now, I<br />

know that cowardice is the law of lovers, but why should it<br />

overtake me beyond all others ? Since then, I remember<br />

825 h<strong>and</strong>s slew the joy of youth. Alas !<br />

not myself happy in my affairs. Sometimes a stranger in<br />

a foreign l<strong>and</strong> ; sometimes mad, <strong>and</strong> vainly wearied from<br />

love. Roaming is to me a solace, <strong>and</strong> death the releaser<br />

from woes. The happiness of my good fortune has ab<strong>and</strong>oned<br />

me, <strong>and</strong> my wretched fate suffers me no repose.<br />

May God not create another man with my fate, <strong>and</strong> upon 2<br />

my planet may child not be born to woman. May none<br />

ever be so mercilessly helpless."<br />

Thus <strong>and</strong> in this manner, lengthily, Eamin bemoaned<br />

himself <strong>and</strong> wept. The soldiers having departed, he came to<br />

reason, <strong>and</strong> went home too. The dust of woe was upon<br />

his face ; he wiped his tears.<br />

Behind him his father-in-law, Rap'hed, had come, he<br />

lent his ear to this lament <strong>and</strong> weeping of his son-in-law.<br />

Eamin, deprived of heart like a madman, did not know that<br />

anyone had overheard his discourse. Eap'hed heard all,<br />

came in, inquired for Eamin, <strong>and</strong> said :<br />

3<br />

"0 crown of cavaliers, why art thou always like one<br />

mourning? What desire hast thou that God does not<br />

1 Ormo, 286, 389. 2 ? under. a Cf. 313.

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