O Shah, I am the slave of thy desire,
Dust of thy throne, ascending foot am I;
Whatever thou desirest I would do,
But sicken of my own incompetence;
Not in the hand of my infirmer will
To carry into deed mine own desire.
Time upon time I torture mine own soul,
Devising liberation from the snare
I languish in. But when upon that moon
I _think_, my soul relapses; and when _look_--
I leave both worlds behind to follow her!