PART III LOVE
CHAPTER 127
THE LONGING OF THE LOVERS TO MEET
SHE
1261. My eyes have lost their lustre and grown dull, and my fingers have worn away for counting of the days that I have noted on the wall.10
1262. What if I forget to-day, my maid ? My beauty hath already left me and my bracelet hath slipped off my arm.
1263. He parted from me longing for conquests : and if I live yet, it is for the longing of his return.
1264. He gave my company up and parted without any regard to my feelings but yet for the mere thinking of his speedy return my heart swelleth with joy !
1265. Only let my eyes take their fill of the sight of my beloved: pallor will then no more be seen on my wasted arm.
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