XL: O, when are the sorrows of love so…

O, when are the sorrows of love so easy to be borne,
That they shall suffice for any one's food and raiment!

Speak not unto me, O monitor! regarding modesty or shame:
From any apprehension of water, what have the naked to dread?

Love placed me as far from patience, as earth from heaven;
And, unto the firmament, no one's comprehension can reach.

Affection hath completely set free my heart from control:
With it, I am unable to exercise any power over patience.

Thro' the roofed building, the sun's rays penetrate not--
The heart, by one sorrow rent and torn, is good indeed.

When will he find peace of mind, even seated on a throne,
Whose heart may be always pining after some fair face?

The association of the beloved, with a rival, is the same to me,
As though one should, together, purity and impurity mix.

How shall Hamid obtain any relief from the fair,
When, over him, power of life and death, God, to them, hath given?