THE KURAL
1176. Oh, it is a sweet revenge to me that the Eyes that caused me this sorrow are victims themselves to the self-same anguish!
1177. Beshrew the eyes that hung upon his form on that day with a passionate, greedy, all-absorbing love ! May they dry up to their very roots with pining and repining !
1178. Verily there be those who love without being loved! For here are my eyes which know no repose for not seeing him.
1179. My Eyes sleep not when he is away, neither sleep they when he is returned: either way it is their lot to suffer unceasing pain.
1180. When people's eyes themselves are tell-tale drums, even as my own, it is not hard for strangers to read the secret they seek to conceal.
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