The love song of har dyal

THE LOVE SONG OF HAR DYAL

Alone upon the housetops to the North

I turn and watch the lightnings in the sky -

The glamour of thy footsteps in the North.

Below my feet the still bazar is laid -

Far, far below the weary camels lie -

The camels and the captives of thy raid.

Come back to me, Beloved, or I die.

’s wife is old and harsh with years,

And drudge of all my father’s house am I -

My bread is sorrow and my drink is tears.

Come back to me, Beloved, or I die.