I would not play a villain's part, For I would rather die than see A smile on lips that are not free. The heart upspringing to the kiss, When life, and soul, and breath combine To tell me, she is only mine; 1510 The flood of joy o'erwhelming quite My glowing senses with delight. -Base wretch! and thou that rose hast sold: A demon's curse upon thy gold." 1520 The traveller witness'd with surprise How he the maniac's heart had wrung What remedy could he devise? He from his camel sprung; And when the sufferer seem'd to be restored, Forgiveness anxiously implored : ""Twas wrong, and I deserve the blame; I mark'd with infamy her name: My fault is of the darkest hue,— My crime-for Lailí still is true! Her faith, to thee so often plighted, 1530 Spotless remains, still firm, unbroken, As proved by many a mournful token. For every moment's space can claim A thousand recollections of thy name: She lives, and only lives for thee. One year has pass'd since she was made a bride; But what of years? whatever may betide, 1540 Were it a thousand, still her heart's the same, Unchanged, unchangeable her earliest cherish'd flame." Now Majnún, desolate, his fate perceived, As in a glass, the misery of his lot, And, from the first impression scarce relieved, Wasted and wan, he flutter'd where he lay; 1550 "Alas! my passion glow'd in every part; Thine in thy tongue, but never in thy heart; With thy new love hast thou so amorous grown? And am I worthless as a desert-stone? What is a word, a promise, oath, or pledge? Mockery, which never can the heart engage. What was my garden's wealth but fruit and flowers? And what has been my constant care and toil, 1560 XIII. Meantime, the father mourn'd his wretched state, Like Jacob o'er his Joseph's unknown fate; No rest by day, no sleep by night; Grief o'er him shed its withering blight; 1570 Incessant yawnings wrung his heart, He sat in darkness, silent, lone: "Why did my child from home depart? Where has the hopeless wanderer gone?" Dreading that death's relentless dart His best-beloved had overthrown. Sudden he rose-despair gave force Gathering upon himself the blame, 1580 He trod the maze of wood and wild, He finds with horror that sepulchral bed; And, fearful of the worst, beholds the wreck He sees a serpent winding round his neck, It stays but for a moment-all around, 1590 Limbs half-devour'd, and bones, bestrew the ground. 1600 With cautious step descending, he surveys Th' unconscious youth, who meets his anxious gaze With a wild look, which could not recognise Each to the other's bosom; and when he, The maniac, had regain'd his memory, 1610 And beams of light burst through his 'nighted brain, And he beheld and knew his sire again, Joy sparkled in his faded eye awhile, And his parch'd lips seem'd curl'd into a smile. "Thou mak'st my heart both tremble and rejoice: 1620 Dogs have a home, and thou hast none to boast: Art thou a man to human comfort lost? If man thou art, then like a man appear, Or, if a demon, be a demon here. The ghoul, created to perplex the earth, Is still a ghoul, and answers to its birth; But thouʼrt a man; and why, with human soul, To-day, if thou shouldst throw the reins aside, No longer this frail world's unhappy guest. 1630 |