. O useless eyes, Never the lost Beloved for all these years Have ye beheld: better that ye were blind Than dimmed thus by my unavailing tears. O foolish springs, That bring not the Beloved to my abode; Yea, all the friends of youth have gone from me, Each has set out on his appointed road. O fading rose, Dying unseen as hidden thou wert born; So my heart's blossom fallen in the dust Was ne'er ordained His turban to adorn. O useless eyes, Never the lost Beloved for all these years Have ye beheld: better that ye were blind Than dimmed thus by my unavailing tears. O foolish springs, That bring not the Beloved to my abode; Yea, all the friends of youth have gone from me, Each has set out on his appointed road. O fading rose, Dying unseen as hidden thou wert born; So my heart's blossom fallen in the dust Was ne'er ordained His turban to adorn. 