To Aziz
Ay, thou art fair; I know that beauty well.
Have I not longed for it as those in Hell
Long for release?
Thou wouldst be kind to me? but when I craved
Such kindness in the days it could have saved
Thou didst not cease
To torture me, Aziz, and now that Fate
Has brought me what so long, I so desired,
It is too late,
I am too tired.
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