Chapter 118: Eyes Consumed with Grief

1171.
They showed me him, and then my endless pain
I saw: why then should weeping eyes complain?

1172.
How glancing eyes, that rash unweeting looked that day,
With sorrow measureless are wasting now away!

1173.
The eyes that threw such eager glances round ere while
Are weeping now. Such folly surely claims a smile!

1174.
Those eyes have wept till all the fount of tears is dry,
That brought upon me pain that knows no remedy.

1175.
The eye that wrought me more than sea could hold of woes,
Is suffering pangs that banish all repose.

1176.
Oho! how sweet a thing to see! the eye
That wrought this pain, in the same gulf doth lie.

1177.
Aching, aching, let those exhaust their stream,
That melting, melting, that day gazed on him.

1178.
Who loved me once, unloving now doth here remain;
Not seeing him, my eye no rest can gain.

1179.
When he comes not, all slumber flies; no sleep when he is there;
Thus every way my eyes have troubles hard to bear.

1180.
It is not hard for all the town the knowledge to obtain,
When eyes, as mine, like beaten tambours, make the mystery plain.