Nizami's poem
Alas the wasted labour of my youth!
Alas the hope which vain hath proved in truth!
I tunnelled mountain walls: behold my prize!
My labour's wasted: here the hardship lies!
The world is void of sun and moon for me:
My garden lacks its box and willow tree.
For the last time my beacon-light hath shone;
Not Shirin, but the sun from me is gone!
Beyond Death's portals Shirin shall I greet,
So with one leap I hasten Death to meet!
Thus to the world his mournful tale he cried,
For Shirin kissed the ground and kissing died.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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