' Then he went up to the lady Budour and
kissing her between the eyes, looked at her and at Maimouneh and
recited the following verses, for all he had no skill in poetry:
They chide my passion for my fair in harsh and cruel guise; But,
of their ignorance, forsooth, they're neither just nor wise.
Vouchsafe thy favours to the slave of love, for, an he taste Of
thine estrangement and disdain, assuredly he dies.
Indeed, for very stress of love, I'm drenched with streaming
tears, That, like a rivulet of blood, run ever from mine
eyes.
No wonder 'tis what I for love endure; the wonder is That any,
since the loss of thee, my body recognize.
Forbidden be thy sight to me, if I've a thought of doubt Or if my
heart of passion tire or feign or use disguise!
And also the following:
I feed mine eyes on the places where we met long ago; Far distant
now is the valley and I'm forslain for woe.
I'm drunk with the wine of passion and the teardrops in mine eyes
Dance to the song of the leader of the camels, as we go.
I cease not from mine endeavour to win to fortune fair; Yet in
Budour, Suada,[FN#28] all fortune is, I know.
Three things I reckon, I know not of which to most complain; Give
ear whilst I recount them and be you judge, I trow.
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