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She said to Gol: 'I went once more, To resume another task tonight. Since I cannot do this work by day, I shall cast the lot by night.' She said this and descended from the balcony, From the presence of Gol to that jasmine-bosomed one. Hormoz had spread his bed-clothes, Holding wine at his lips, by the water's edge. Holding a rubab in his bosom, sitting alone, In solitude escaped from the unworthy. Know for certain that in no work, If you are alone, will you find any helper. When the youth saw the face of the old nurse, His laughter mixed sugar with milk. He said to the nurse: 'You have no light tonight, Like the sound of a drum, you are distant tonight. Come, sit, take wine and drink, Once you have drunk, rise lightly and do not cry out. O beloved who is like fresh sweet water, Do not act drunkenly tonight as you did that day. I showed you my teeth from the beginning, They did not grow dull, and you came back. Why did you return, O old sorceress, At whom not even a hundred arrows can strike? Why after all did you wake me? I know not why you did this. You remained idle like a hungry wolf, Perhaps you were not satisfied the first time. How could the night-demon be my bedfellow? For at night, the demon resides in the bathhouse.'

Then the nurse came to make amends, She said to him: 'O you whose face puts the moon to checkmate! You know that there is no other like Gol, There is no silver-bodied one of her beauty. Come, obey, and attend to this matter, Since you stole Gol's heart, be her lover.' Hormoz opened his mouth, saying: 'O source of calamity! I know no nurse who is as much of a sorceress as you. You tell me to abandon myself, Whether you wish it or not, do my work. All my affairs have been good until now, Should I now enter the path of love? It is not for me to be side-by-side with Gol, I have thought much, and this is not the way. One must always delve into a matter, From which one can emerge in the end. Forgive me for such a love, Do not open a bottle of beer for me when I have frozen like ice.' When he gave her this answer, he lost his temper, He spilled some wine on the nurse and slept drunkenly.

The nurse came before Gol once more, Her two eyes shedding pearls of grief. She said to Gol: 'You are a stranger to intellect, For you are mad from alienation. Since a demon is your guide in this passion, This too is a kind of madness. With hypocrisy you opened the vein of my soul, With coquetries you put bread in my pouch. You bound me in your trap for your own work, While you sat in the corner like a hunter. Why must I suffer poverty and destitution? For I am neither Salih nor his she-camel. He poured wine on me, reproached me a little, And made himself cheerful at my expense for a moment. When he knocked at my door in contempt, I became like the dust of the path in my forbearance. You yourself know that when I heard that, I closed my mouth and remained silent. I received my portion from Hormoz, Go now yourself and tell your own story. Do not bring me into this, O light of my heart, For I have extricated myself today.'

From this response, Gol's heart overflowed with waves of blood, Pearls spilled from those waves out of her eyes. The steed of her joy went lame, Her heart became as narrow as the eye of a needle. With tearful eyes and dry lips she leaped up, Sorrow-stricken, she went toward the rooftop, having lost her heart. The heat of her burning heart reached the heavens, Blood dripped from iron because of her sighs. Sleep had taken the bride of heaven [the moon], The morning rooster was washed away by water. Neither did the moon rise on that night of mourning, Nor did the dawn breathe in that grief. All night, that one fallen from heart in the alley Turned in every direction like a compass. With pain of heart she sang a plaintive song, Sharing her secrets intimately with her heart: 'O heart, you did your work and went, In the end, you drank my blood and went. Go, take the path of the soul in the love of the beloved, Be resurrected by love, abandon the world. If love grants you but a moment, It is far sweeter than all you possess. A rose of love has blossomed in my soul, Yet it is hidden from the eyes of my beloved. All flowers show their heads from the rosebud, The flower of my soul shows its head from my heart. No hand is as happy in love as mine, For fire falls only upon that which is already burnt. Where are you, O you from whom I suffer so much grief, My heart not having seen joy for a single moment because of you? You are the world-illuminating candle always, I am the butterfly with my soul on my palm. You are the sun submerged in light, I am like a speck of dust far removed from you. You are like a falcon flying high above, I am like a slaughtered bird with its throat cut. You are like the day with divine light, I am like the night remaining in darkness. You are like the mountain raising its head to the heights, I am like straw frozen beneath the clay. You are the full sea standing firm, I am like a fish fallen out of the water. You are like the open spring of Nisan rain, I am like a thirsty one who has surrendered his life. You are a sword drawn like fire, I am laying down my head before your sword. Because of your grief, the world has bound my hands, Have mercy, have mercy, if there is a place for it.'

At last, when the morning breeze arose, Lamentations arose from the willow, cypress, and rose. At dawn, she let out a bloody sigh from her heart, For the scent of blood comes from the heart of the rose. All night she wandered in the midst of blood, With every moment the bond of her love grew tighter. When the bride of heaven tore her veil, The bright moon went under the curtain. The morning came like an old nurse, Nourishing the day with milk in her bosom. Abraham, the poet of the children of the stars, In a single moment pulled them from the cradle. When the King of the East shut the West, The gold-woven umbrella appeared from the East. From the heat of her heart, the face of that rose-cheeked one became such, That her face turned yellow like saffron. She became afflicted with weakness like a straw, Her desire for Hormoz became like amber attracting straw. She leaped from her place to take the path of the rooftop, Like a bird leaping from the ring of a snare. When the nurse saw her, she opened her lips in anger: 'O you whose eyes have lost their tears in love! With a sharp sword, I have severed my heart from you, I have cast down my shield from your injustice. How long of your unpleasant temper? Do not go to the rooftop, listen to advice at last! You have trampled intellect underfoot, You have not followed my good advice at all. Before raising your head from your collar each day, You go trail-sweeping on the rooftop with this burning. If I say: [Withdraw your skirt from my hatred], You leap at me with hands raised like sleeves. Who says you are the rose-face of spring? For you are entirely thorns, like the root of a rose-bush. Who told you, O rose whose desire may be darkened, That you destroy and build, and that is your name? Close by, hearing the wedding music is sweeter, For even the sound of a drum is sweeter from afar. In the early morning, you cast your tresses over your shoulder, Perhaps you saw a troubled dream last night? Are you thinking of going once more To the rooftop and managing another affair? Have you no shame, O ill-reputed one, at last? Stop, calm down at last!'

Gol said to her: 'O you who have become unaware of me, I am this; go, choose one better than me. How can I see the world without him, at last? My heart has risen, how can I sit, at last?' Her heart was boiling with love for Hormoz, She went toward the rooftop, walking with difficulty. When she reached the rooftop, Hormoz was in the garden, With a single glance, he branded her heart with a scar. She removed the ambergris veil from the moon, Hormoz let out a lament and a sigh from his heart. He became so bound to her in an instant, That spring rain poured upon the moon. His tongue came out like fire, From longing, water came into his mouth. He bit into that sugar so hard, That you would say his teeth bit into his very soul. His heart became madly bound to her chain, He became a disciple, and her tresses became his master. Decree had passed, the pen of destiny had written, He remained unwillingly bound in the chain. Under his eyes, he saw the face of the beloved, He saw her rose-petal face beneath the skin. From love of Gol, Hormoz became such, That he became as helpless before Gol as Gol was before him. As long as the world struck the chalcedony with water, The royal decree of grief was stamped upon his heart. Since his heart set out on the path of union, With a single hair of her tresses, Gol bound him. When Hormoz saw the ring of her tresses thus, He saw his own heart in the midst of it like a seal-stone. From the bonds, twists, coils, and rings on every side, She had thousands of musk-scented characters on her face. Each character was a blackness, as if They wrote with black ink on vermilion. From fresh musk, he saw the letters Jeem and Meem, Which meant he saw the dominion of Jamshid in his realm. From those letters, she showed him Jeem and Meem, Meaning: [I hold the dominion of Jamshid in my realm.] From her Jeem and Meem, Hormoz was burning, Learning an alphabet of love from her. His heart said: 'I will strike out in the world, When I clash her Jeem and Meem together.' Intellect said to him: 'O heart, speak at last! You have learned spelling, clash them at last!' The heart of Hormoz sat before love, He placed his finger and brought the tablet in hand. His first character of meaning was: [Alif has nothing, so that you may know...] But her tresses hold Alif with a twist, Sometimes on the head...'