XX: The fragrance of the flowers of this world's…

The fragrance of the flowers of this world's garden is gone;
And the kind disposition of its fair ones hath, also, departed.

Neither the nature of my love for the idols leaveth me,
Nor hath the proneness to tyranny left them either.

How will love, O monitor! leave me now,
When, from head to foot, it hath entered at every pore?

My soul would make efforts to depart and leave me,
If the pursuit of the fair were to leave my heart.

The heart, gone forth in the search of the youthful, cannot be found:
He is lost, who, at night, towards the distant fire, proceedeth.

This river Aba Sind, which appeareth to our view,
Is but a small rivulet, exuded from the ocean of my tears.

My friend, I conceive, hath gone over to my rival's counsels;
Since observance of that vow, 'twixt her and me, hath ceased.

To obtain justice on them lieth in no one's power, Hamid!
The blood of the slain, by the dark-eyed, is shed and gone!