CHAPTER 128
READING THE SECRET THOUGHT
HE
1271. Thou mayest try to conceal, my love, but thy eye refuseth to be restrained, and telleth me that there is some strange thought in thy breast.[1]
SHE IS SILENT AND HE ADDRESSES THE MAID
1272. Ah ! More than a woman's reserve hath my artless one, whose beauty filleth my eyes and whose arms are even as bamboo stems.
1273. Even as the thread that is seen through the crystal bead, there is a thought that is now passing in her bosom, but which is yet plainly visible.
1274. Even as the fragrance in the bud that is not yet blown, there is a secret meaning in the half-smile of this artless one.
1275. The cunning with which she concealed her rising thought and left hath a charm to cure the anguish of my heart.
- ↑ The fear that the husband is going again to part : the pair are now to be supposed to have met again after their separation.
