XI: Although every drop of dew should be the…

Although every drop of dew should be the seed of a rose,
The nightingales' hearts would not be satiated with beholding it.

When like unto that of the rose it hath not a face so lovely,
What shall one then do with the hyacinth's black locks?

About my dark destiny what shall I unto any one say?
For my forehead, like the sun's, is fit only to be branded.

Is it the poor wayfarer hindered by night coming on,
Or my heart enthralled the noose of her tresses within?

She hath made calamity's sword as sharp as fate itself:
With hands imbrued she goeth about, both night and day.

From the sea's cold-heartedness, the bubble bursteth and breaketh;
Hence it behoveth thee, O Shaida! to abandon all hope from thy kin.