Zeyd's Vision

'Tis grief and mourning Zeyd renewed always;
From his wailing ceased he not, he wept aye.

That faithful, loving, ever-constant friend dear,
One night, when was the rise of the 'True Dawn' near,
Feeling that in his wasted frame no strength stayed,
Had gone, and down upon that grave himself laid.

There, in his sleep, he saw a wondrous fair sight,
A lovely garden, and two beauties, moon-bright;
Through transport rapturous, their cheeks with light glow;
Far distant now, all fear of anguish, pain, woe;
With happiness and ecstasy and joy blest,
From rivals' persecutions these have found rest;
A thousand angel-forms to each fair beauty,
With single heart, perform the servant's duty.

He, wondering, question made: 'What Moons so bright these?
What lofty, honoured Sovereigns of might these?
What garden, most exalted, is this parterre?
What throng so bright and beautiful, the throng there?'

They answer gave: 'Lo! Eden's shining bowers these;
That radiant throng, the Heaven-born Youths and Hûris;
These two resplendent forms, bright as the fair moon,
These are the ever-faithful — Leylî, Mejnûn!'