Page:The Diwan of Zeb-un-Nissa.djvu/96

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.

Behold the pages of my book of life!
Blotted its record, black with sin and strife,
As if the woe of all the world should be
Ever pursuing me.

O Makhfi, from this goblet thou shalt gain
No exaltation, no surcease from pain;
For tears of blood that flow from eyes grown dim
Fill it unto the brim.

90