Yúsuf And Zulaikha Meet Again

"Where is thy youth, and thy beauty, and pride?" "Gone, since I parted from thee!" she replied. "Where is the light of thine eye?" said he, "Drowned in blood-tears for the loss of thee." "Why is that cypress tree bowed and bent?" "By absence from thee and my long lament." "Where is thy pearl, and thy silver and gold, And the diadem bright on thy head of old?" "She who spoke of my loved one," she answered, "shed, In the praise of thy beauty, rare pearls on my head. In return for those jewels, a recompense meet, I scattered my jewels and gold at her feet. A crown of pure gold on her forehead I set, And the dust that she trod was my coronet. The stream of my treasure of gold ran dry; My heart is Love's storehouse, and I am I."