MY heart is turned into a wailing child,
In vain with sweets I seek to still its cries;
Sweet love, it calls for thee in sobbings wild
All day and night, with longing and with sighs.
What solace can I give it?
I showed my eyes the fair ones of this earth
And tried to please them--but I tried in vain.
Sweet love, for them all those were nothing worth--
Thee--only thee my heart would have again.
What solace can I give it?
-By N. Kouchak