From the Arabic

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From the Arabic

Why art thou so hushed and sad,

So thin and wan?

Who robbed thee of thy flesh and song⁠—

Was it Ramadhan?

Nay, Ramadhan is not to blame,

For I have ceased to fast and pray;

But to my vacant Dwelling came

An unknown Guest⁠—he came to stay.

And in my heart he eats and drinks;

He drinks my blood, of wines the best,

And eats my burning flesh⁠—ah, yes,

My love for Zahra is that Guest.