Thou, Sorrow, wilt keep and wilt cherish the memory
Thou, Sorrow, wilt keep and wilt cherish the memory of me Long after my death, For thou dwelt at my heart, and my blood nourished thee, Thou wert warmed by my breath. My heart has disgraced me by clamour and wailing for years And tossing in pain, Mine eyes lost their honour by shedding these torrents of tears Like fast-falling rain. O Wind of Disaster, destroy not the home of my heart With the blasts of thine ire, For there I have kindled to burn in a chamber apart My Lamp of Desire. Amir Minai (1828-1900)