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Bitter is the wine of lonely love, yet, if sometimes in his grief Majnun doubted Layla, his own passion did not abate. So he went singing:

You torture me to death, yet while I live
Your beauty makes me love you and forgive,
I am the lamp, you are the sun your might
Conquers triumphantly my waning light.
Your radiant eyes the fire envies you,
Tulips and roses fade when meeting you.

Layla has not deceived nor betrayed you, nor has she forgotten you. Broken-hearted, her face veiled, she suffers behind the curtain of her tent—longing for you.
She has no one else in this world, and not a moment passes when she does not think of you a hundred times. What is a year, after all? If a hundred, even a thousand, years separated you it is inconceivable that Layla would ever forget Majnun.

Listen to me', he clamoured, 'listen; what I just told you was a lie, a wicked lie. A bad joke it was, nothing more. I have turned the truth inside out.

The rider watched, Whether man or demon—he was seized by pity. Ashamed and no longer proud of the magic power of his words, he jumped from the saddle and waited near the thorn-bush until the lover's soul returned to his wretched body. Then he broke into a thousand pleas for forgiveness.

Like a bird dropping out of the sky fatally wounded, Majnun's head dropped, striking the stones so hard that his spurting blood coloured the earth red. His body, in tattered rags, twisted and writhed. Then his soul spread its nightwings and fled; mercifully a faint veiled his limbs.

What,after all,is a woman?A dustbin of falsity and viciousness;peace, when you look at her from outside, and turmoil within.As your enemy she stirs up trouble with the whole world, as your friend she corrupts your soul.If you tell her: 'Do this!'—it is certain that she will not.If you say, 'Don't do it!'—she will risk her life to do it.Happy when you suffer,she is eaten by grief when you rejoice. That is woman's way.

True, they are full of passion, even more than we, but they pursue only their own selfish interests. Women are cheats! There is deceit and hypocrisy in everything they do. Never trust a woman! She will repay you with torture. And rightly so! A man who believes in women's fidelity, is even more stupid than she who makes him suffer.

Oh no! Every night she sleeps in his arms: she thinks only of kissing and making love and swoons in sensual pleasure while you torture and torment yourself. Is that right? Look at the abyss which separates you! Do as she does. Think of her no longer, just as she no longer thinks of you!'

She deceives you, don't you understand? The woman to whom you have entrusted your heart, has handed it over to the enemy. Your seed has been scattered to the wind, and Layla has forgotten you. She has been given in marriage to another man, and, believe me, she did not refuse him.

'Oho, you there, who does not know what is going on in the world, you idolater! Truly it would be better for you to turn your back on your beloved. Do you still expect her to be faithful to you? You fool! Do you still hope for light, where there is darkness? What, from afar, seems to you a shining beacon, is a delusion. You are acting stupidly. A mistress like yours is worse than none!