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68 VISRAMIANI<br />

by thee, the idol l of the Barbarian is put to shame by thee,<br />

<strong>and</strong> its carver is disgusted with it. Thy lips make monarchs<br />

slaves, <strong>and</strong> thy mouth raises corpses to life. My heart is<br />

melted, <strong>and</strong> my body, by thinking on thee, like mountain<br />

snow by the heat of the sun ; my heart is, despite itself,<br />

pierced 2 by thy love, like game fallen in a snare; reason<br />

<strong>and</strong> quiet have gone from me ; my heart in my body has<br />

become booty ;<br />

3<br />

neither in sleeping nor in waking does<br />

sorrow seem sorrow to me, nor joy, joy ;<br />

neither do I rejoice<br />

at all in my royalty, nor in my treasures, nor greatness. I<br />

have no more gladness, nor do I even tilt in the ring on the<br />

maidan with the gr<strong>and</strong>ees ; nor do I hunt in the fields with<br />

the greyhound, 4 nor do I pursue the partridge with the<br />

lordly hawk 5 ; neither do I rejoice in the drinking of wine<br />

with banqueters, nor among the fair ones do I sit down in<br />

their intimacy. I can choose no treasure on earth save thee,<br />

nor am I free from grief even for a moment ;<br />

nor can I find<br />

pleasure in anything save the thought of thee ; I have no<br />

friend <strong>and</strong> no congenial fellow spirit. Dwelling in mine<br />

own house, I am like a prisoner, from twilight to dawn I<br />

76 sigh <strong>and</strong> writhe |<br />

like a scotched snake. Thy discourse is<br />

a balm to my body, <strong>and</strong> the sight of thee is the enlivener of<br />

my heart. I shall immediately find consciousness of my<br />

reason again when I hear thy pleasant voice. Although I<br />

have grieved for thee a year, <strong>and</strong> by the turning away of<br />

joy my tears are crimsoned, my face is yellowed, neverthe-<br />

less in my soul I prefer thy love. My soul is overcome by<br />

love of thee, I seek not life without thee, nor joy without<br />

thee. When my heart is satisfied 6 with thy love, my hair<br />

on my head will become a sword. I have the light of day<br />

from thy face <strong>and</strong> the darkness of night in thy hair. Know<br />

this : As long as I live I shall be more devoted than thy<br />

slaves, <strong>and</strong> (even now) I am thy slave. Thy white-hued<br />

face is the giver of my joy <strong>and</strong> the disperser of my grief.<br />

My sun shines from thy face, <strong>and</strong> my musk yields its<br />

i Butki, 74. Chaidchra, 96. E., 1188.<br />

3 Iwoar, 142. R., 1081.<br />

8 Mt'havarit'ha korit'ha.<br />

4<br />

AvazWha, 30, 57, 118. R., 459, 1137.<br />

6<br />

Gadzghes, 85.

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