FRAGMENT OF G AZEL

Torn and pierced my heart has been by thy scorn and tyranny's blade;
Rent by the scissors of grief for thee is the robe that my patience arrayed.
Like the mihr a b of the Ka " ba, as shrine where in worship to turn,
They ward would an angel take, if thy foot-print there he surveyed.
They are pearls, O mine eye! thou sheddest her day-bright face before;
Not a tear is left — these all are dried by the beams by her cheek displayed.