Majnun

As a lamb to the slaughter
so in love is he
as a lamb set to dwell
among wild beasts
he is Majnun
divided from all that he loves
for love of she
for she that he cannot love
lest he bare his throat
to a serpent's maw

Would that she had pity
but pity is a worm in her garden
would that her clothes
were strands of horse hair
and her features transfigured by time
for love of humanity and love her wine
would that her soul were that of Majnun
ah she would be an angel to behold
alas in the eye of Majnun
for all that lives is holy beneath his gaze
aye even Layli...