IX: I am sunk in care, to this degree…

I am sunk in care, to this degree, on account of the fair,
Like unto a stone, submerged at the bottom of Aeman's sea.

For this reason, all peace and tranquillity are lost unto me,
That my tears have engulphed the goods and chattels of patience.

Those unacquainted with the case, call it the sunset's redness,
Though by weeping blood, I even, the sky itself, submerge.

Be not misled by the honied words of the deceitful fair;
For they, by this witchery, have whole peoples o'erwhelm'd.

Thus, under the mask of fondness, they slay and destroy one,
Like as though Khizr were drowned, in immortality's fount.

In such wise, they keep me at a distance, when in their presence,
Like one thirsting for a draught of water, in solicitude drowned.

The pearl of the ocean of their coyness cannot be found,
Though I engulph, without number, the ships of patience therein.

Love's lighted taper, unto the tomb, he hath borne away,
Who carried the arrow of separation, embedded in his heart.

The paper boats of Hamid's cares and anxieties,
The world hath, in the fathomless ocean of amazement, o'erwhelmed.