We sink and my heart in depth of agony lies;
As with the dawn the taper of the lamp
Laps up the last drops of oil and dies
Friend, it’s my business to cry, how long you will keep wiping tears from eyes. I recalled how our association and progressed and how we were carried away by our infatuation like paper boats cast on a powerful stream. Love is a misery which spares no one, neither the old nor the young, neither married nor single. How in my infatuation I had sprinkled flowers of homage at her feet, how a women, who I had first not thought particularly beautiful had become the most beautiful in the world to me after she became my beloved.
I despaired and said to myself, ‘better be enchained, locked up, even die in a prison than be enmeshed in the net of love and longing.’
‘The eye hath ruined me,’ the heart complained.
‘The heart has lost me,’ the eye replied.
I know not which told the truth, which lied
Between the two, it was Meer who died.
Do everything your heart desires but never let it fall in love; Love spares neither lover nor the beloved. Envy slays companionship quicker than sword.
P.S: Dont read the last page of the novel that makes you to come to real Life !!! Be in Fiction always!!!
