Even in the recollection love is sweet with endless delights: love is therefore sweeter than wine.

The moment I recall the image of my loved one to my mind, that very moment all my sorrow is vanquished: ah, love is dear in all its aspects!

I was about to sneeze, but the fit passed away: is it that he was about to think of me but did not?61

Have I at all a place in his heart? As for him, there is never a doubt but he abideth in mine.

He excludeth me jealously from his heart: is he not ashamed then to show himself ceaselessly in mine?

It is but the recollection of our union that keepeth me alive yet: what else of life is there in me?62

Even with my memory full of him, my heart burneth within me: what then will be my case if I forget him?

How often soever I recall my beloved to my mind he will not be wroth with me: so much is the favour that my beloved bestoweth upon me!

When my heart thinketh on his cruelty who once said, We are not two but only one life and soul, verily my life ebbeth away.

O Moon! set not in the horizon, I pray thee, till my eyes look again upon him who, abiding still within my heart, hath yet parted from me.