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Posts: 4397 · Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 7:36 am

3.2.7. The Visions of the Night

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It came and brought to me, that nightly vision rare,
A message from my love,- what feast shall I prepare?
Where with shall I feast the dream which has brought me my dear one's messenger ?

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If my dark, carp-like eye will close in sleep, as I implore,
The tale of my long-suffering life I'll tell my loved one o'er.
If my fish-like painted eyes should, at my begging, close in sleep, I could fully relate my sufferings to my lord.

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Him, who in waking hour no kindness shows,
In dreams I see; and so my lifetime goes!
My life lasts because in my dream I behold him who does not favour me in my waking hours.

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Some pleasure I enjoy when him who loves not me
In waking hours, the vision searches out and makes me see.
There is pleasure in my dream, because in it I seek and obtain him who does not visit me in my wakefulness.

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As what I then beheld in waking hour was sweet,
So pleasant dreams in hour of sleep my spirit greet.
I saw him in my waking hours, and then it was pleasant; I see him just now in my dream, and it is (equally) pleasant.

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And if there were no waking hour, my love
In dreams would never from my side remove.
Were there no such thing as wakefulness, my beloved (who visited me) in my dream would not depart from me.

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The cruel one, in waking hour, who all ungracious seems,
Why should he thus torment my soul in nightly dreams?
The cruel one who would not favour me in my wakefulness, what right has he to torture me in my dreams?

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And when I sleep he holds my form embraced;
And when I wake to fill my heart makes haste!
When I am asleep he rests on my shoulders, (but) when I awake he hastens into my soul.

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In dreams who ne'er their lover's form perceive,
For those in waking hours who show no love will grieve.
They who have no dear ones to behold in their dreams blame him who visits me not in my waking hours.

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They say, that he in waking hours has left me lone;
In dreams they surely see him not,- these people of the town;
The women of this place say he has forsaken me in my wakefulness. I think they have not seen him visit me in my dreams.

3.2.8. Lamentations at Eventide

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Thou art not evening, but a spear that doth devour
The souls of brides; farewell, thou evening hour!
Live, O you evening are you (the former) evening? No, you are the season that slays (married) women.

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Thine eye is sad; Hail, doubtful hour of eventide!
Of cruel eye, as is my spouse, is too thy bride?
A long life to you, O dark evening! You are sightless. Is your help-mate (also) as hard-hearted as mine.

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With buds of chilly dew wan evening's shade enclose;
My anguish buds space and all my sorrow grows.
The evening that (once) came in with trembling and dimness (now) brings me an aversion for life and increasing sorrow.

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When absent is my love, the evening hour descends,
As when an alien host to field of battle wends.
In the absence of my lover, evening comes in like slayers on the field of slaughter.

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O morn, how have I won thy grace? thou bring'st relief
O eve, why art thou foe! thou dost renew my grief.
What good have I done to morning (and) what evil to evening?

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The pangs that evening brings I never knew,
Till he, my wedded spouse, from me withdrew.
Previous to my husband's departure, I know not the painful nature of evening.

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My grief at morn a bud, all day an opening flower,
Full-blown expands in evening hour.
This malady buds forth in the morning, expands all day long and blossoms in the evening.

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The shepherd's pipe is like a murderous weapon, to my ear,
For it proclaims the hour of ev'ning's fiery anguish near.
The shepherd's flute now sounds as a fiery forerunner of night, and is become a weapon that slays (me).

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If evening's shades, that darken all my soul, extend;
From this afflicted town will would of grief ascend.
When night comes on confusing (everyone's) mind, the (whole) town will lose its sense and be plunged in sorrow.

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This darkening eve, my darkling soul must perish utterly;
Remembering him who seeks for wealth, but seeks not me.
My (hitherto) unextinguished life is now lost in this bewildering night at the thought of him who
has the nature of wealth.

3.2.9. Wasting Away

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Thine eyes grown dim are now ashamed the fragrant flow'rs to see,
Thinking on him, who wand'ring far, leaves us in misery.
While we endure the unbearable sorrow, your eyes weep for him who is gone afar, and shun (the
sight of) fragrant flowers.

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The eye, with sorrow wan, all wet with dew of tears,
As witness of the lover's lack of love appears.
The discoloured eyes that shed tears profusely seem to betray the unkindness of our beloved.

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These withered arms, desertion's pangs abundantly display,
That swelled with joy on that glad nuptial day.
The shoulders that swelled on the day of our union (now) seem to announce our separation clearly (to the public).

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When lover went, then faded all their wonted charms,
And armlets' golden round slips off from these poor wasted arms.
In the absence of your consort, your shoulders having lost their former beauty and fulness, your bracelets of pure gold have become loose.

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These wasted arms, the bracelet with their wonted beauty gone,
The cruelty declare of that most cruel one.
The (loosened) bracelets, and the shoulders from which the old beauty has faded, relate the cruelty of the pitiless one.

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I grieve, 'tis pain to me to hear him cruel chid,
Because the armlet from my wasted arm has slid.
I am greatly pained to hear you call him a cruel man, just because your shoulders are reduced and your bracelets loosened.

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My heart! say ought of glory wilt thou gain,
If to that cruel one thou of thy wasted arms complain?
Can you O my soul! gain glory by relating to the (so-called) cruel one the clamour of my fading shoulders?

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One day the fervent pressure of embracing arms I checked,
Grew wan the forehead of the maid with golden armlet decked.
When I once loosened the arms that were in embrace, the forehead of the gold-braceleted women turned sallow.

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As we embraced a breath of wind found entrance there;
The maid's large liquid eyes were dimmed with care.
When but a breath of breeze penetrated our embrace, her large cool eyes became sallow.

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The dimness of her eye felt sorrow now,
Beholding what was done by that bright brow.
Was it at the sight of what the bright forehead had done that the sallowness of her eyes became sad?