I WAS WALKING along a path overgrown with grass, when suddenly I heard from some one behind, 'See if you know me?' I turned round and looked at her and said, I cannot remember your name.' She said, I am that first great Sorrow whom you met when you were young.' Her eyes looked like a morning whose dew is still in the air. I stood silent for some time till I said, 'Have you lost all the great burden of your tears?' She smiled and said nothing. I felt that her tears had had time to learn the language of smiles. 'Once you said,' she whispered, 'that you would cherish your grief for ever.' I blushed and said, 'Yes, but years have passed and I forget.' Then I took her hand in mine and said, 'But you have changed.' 'What was sorrow once has now become peace,' she said.
HE CAME AND sat by my side but I woke not. What a cursed sleep it was, O miserable me! He came when the night was still; he had his harp in his hands, and my dreams became resonant with its melodies. Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?
