From The Houri and the Poet
From the spark I seek star, from the star a sun: For if I stop, I die
When I get up, having quaffed
A cup of wine brewed by one spring breeze, Longing for yet another spring. I seek the end of that which hs no end --
With a restless eye, with a hopeful heart.
The lover's heart dies in an eternal heaven --
I it no cry of a soul in affliction
no sorrow, and no one to drive away sorrow