Light, oh where is the light? Kindle it with the burning
fire of
desire!
There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame—is such
thy fate,
my heart? Ah, death were better by far for thee!
Misery knocks at thy door, and her message is that thy
lord is
wakeful, and he calls thee to the love-tryst through the
darkness of
night.
The sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is
ceaseless. I know
not what this is that stirs in me—I know not its meaning.
A moment's flash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom
on my
sight, and my heart gropes for the path to where the
music of the
night calls me.
Light, oh where is the light! Kindle it with the burning
fire of
desire! It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through
the void.
The night is black as a black stone. Let not the hours
pass by in the
dark.
Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.
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