Song of Faiz Ulla
Just at the time when Jasmins bloom, most sweetly in the summer weather,Lost in the scented Jungle gloom, one sultry night we spent togetherWe, Love and Night, together blent, a Trinity of tranced content.
Yet, while your lips were wholly mine, to kiss, to drink from, to caress,We heard some far-off faint distress; harsh drop of poison in sweet wineLessening the fulness of delight,—Some quivering note of human pain,Which rose and fell and rose again, in plaintive sobs throughout the night,
Spoiling the perfumed, moonless hoursWe spent among the Jasmin flowers.