An seek thou watering spot，[41] my streaming eyes
Pour floods that thirst would quench howe'er it flame Or wouldest view what ruin Love has wrought
With ruthless hands，then see this wasted frame.'
And his eyes ran over with tears and he repeated these couplets also，'Who loves not swanneck and gazellelike eyes，
Yet claims to know Life's joys，I say he lies：
In Love is mystery，none avail to learn
Save he who loveth in pure loving wise.
Allah my heart ne'er lighten of this love，
Nor rob the wakefulness these eyelids prize.'
Then he changed the mode of song and sang these couplets：
'Ibn Sina[42] in his Canon cloth opine
Lovers' best cure is found in merry song：
In meeting lover of a like degree，Dessert in garden，wine draughts long and strong：
I chose another who of thee might cure
While Force and Fortune aided well and long But ah！ I learnt Love's mortal ill，wherein Ibn Sina's recipe is fond and wrong.'