Section II

Mark, where instruction pours upon the mindThe light of knowledge, simple or refined;Shaikhs of each tribe have children there, and eachStudies whate'er the bearded sage can teach.Thence his attainments Kais assiduous drew,And scattered pearls from lips of ruby hue;And there, of different tribe and gentle mien,A lovely maid of tender years was seen:Her mental powers an early bloom displayed;Her graceful form in simple garb arrayed:Bright as the morn, her cypress shape, and eyesDark as the stag's, were viewed with fond surprise;And when her cheek this Arab moon revealed,A thousand hearts were won; no pride, no shield,Could check her beauty's power, resistless grown,Given to enthral and charm—but chiefly one.Her richly flowing locks were black as night,And Lailí she was called—that heart's delight:One single glance the nerves to frenzy wrought,One single glance bewildered every thought;And, when o'er Kais affection's blushing roseDiffused its sweetness, from him fled repose:Tumultuous passion danced upon his brow;He sought to woo her, but he knew not how:He gazed upon her cheek, and, as he gazed,Love's flaming taper more intensely blazed.Soon mutual pleasure warm'd each other's heart;Love conquer'd both—they never dreamt to part;And, while the rest were poring o'er their books,They pensive mused, and read each other's looks:While other schoolmates for distinction strove,And thought of fame, they only thought of love:While others various climes in books explored,Both idly sat—adorer and adored:Science for them had now no charms to boast;Learning for them had all its virtue lost:Their only taste was love, and love's sweet ties,And writing ghazels to each other's eyes.

Yes, love triumphant came, engrossing allThe fond luxuriant thoughts of youth and maid;And, whilst subdued in that delicious thrall,Smiles and bright tears upon their features played.Then in soft converse did they pass the hours,—Their passion, like the season, fresh and fair;Their opening path seemed decked with balmiest flowers,Their melting words as soft as summer air.Immersed in love so deep,They hoped suspicion would be lulled asleep,And none be conscious of their amorous state;They hoped that none with prying eye,And gossip tongue invidiously,Might to the busy world its truth relate:And, thus possessed, they anxious thoughtTheir passion would be kept unknown;Wishing to seem what they were not,Though all observed their hearts were one.

By worldly prudence uncontrolled,Their every glance their feelings told;For true love never yet had skillTo veil impassioned looks at will.When ringlets of a thousand curls,And ruby lips, and teeth of pearls,And dark eyes flashing quick and bright,Like lightning on the brow of night—When charms like these their power display,And steal the wildered heart away—Can man, dissembling, coldly seemUnmoved as by an idle dream?Kais saw her beauty, saw her grace,The soft expression of her face;And as he gazed, and gazed again,Distraction stung his burning brain:No rest he found by day or night—Lailí for ever in his sight.But, oh! when separation came,More brightly glowed his ardent flame;And she, with equal sorrow fraught,Bewailed the fate upon them brought.—He wandered wild through lane and street,With frantic step, as if to meetSomething which still his search defied,Reckless of all that might betide.His bosom heaved with groans and sighs,Tears ever gushing from his eyes;And still he struggled to concealThe anguish he was doomed to feel;And, maddened with excessive grief,In the lone desert sought relief.Thither, as morning dawned, he flew;His head and feet no covering knew;And every night, with growing pain,The woes of absence marked his strain.The secret path he eager choseWhere Lailí's distant mansion rose;And kissed the door, and in that kissFancied he quaffed the cup of bliss.How fleet his steps to that sweet place!A thousand wings increased his pace:But thence, his fond devotions paid,A thousand thorns his course delayed.