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XXVII
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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