Vis and Ramin

298 VISRAMIANI
women behind the doors, and men 1
among merchants,
children in the market-places, 2 tell and sing our tale.
"
My face is become like an old man's, yet my heart can-
not be sated with love, since Vis, the ravisher of my heart,
is far from me. I have become as yellow in the grief of
Buffering separation as a drahcani,* and I am like one sick
through excessive weakness, (so that) I can neither run four
steps nor bend my bow. On the day when I put my horse
4
to a gallop my loins seem to be broken. Can it be that ruy
stone-like fist have
back of iron has become wax ? Can my
My horse, which was better than a wild
ass, 5 has become feeble in the stall 6 like myself. I cannot
7 make the coursing panthers hunt the goats, nor loose 8 the
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falcons on the partridges, nor can I wrestle with the
wrestlers 9 and try my strength, nor can I make merry with
carousers.
" All my fellows boast of fortune and youth.
Sometimes
they mount their horses an