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With these words, Majnun lay down his head on the earth and embraced the gravestone with both arms, pressing his body against it with all the force he could muster. His lips moved once more, then with the words, 'You, my love... the soul left his body.

'Maker of all things created! I implore thee in the name of everything which thou hast chosen: relieve me of this burden. Let me go where my love dwells. Free me from this cruel existence and, in the other world, cure me of my torment here.'

Thus the caravan moved through the desert. The sand wept with Majnun, the mountains echoed his mourning songs, his lament struck sparks from the thorn-bushes in the gorges and the stones of the steppe glowed with the colour of his blood.

And who am I—so far from you, yet near?
A singing beggar! Layla, do you hear?
Freed from life's drudgery, my loneliness,
Sorrow and grief for me spell happiness.
And thirsty in the painstream of delight,
I drown. Child of the sun, I starve at night.
Though parted our two loving souls combine,
For mine is all your own and yours is mine.

How changed you are! Your fate was clouded, disturbed like sand on a desert path; suddenly you have fallen still, like the water in the depth of a well. Yet, even if you are hidden from my eyes, my heart can see you and will never lose you. Even if your form has vanished—your sufferings here will endure through eternity.

When death had closed her lips, the mother's grief was boundless. She pressed her face against Layla's forehead and her tears glinted and sparkled like a cluster of stars on the extinct moon.

'When I am dead, dress me like a bride. Make me beautiful. As a salve for my eyes, take dust from Majnun's path. Prepare indigo from his sorrow, sprinkle the rose-water of his tears on my head and veil me in the scent of his grief. I want to be clad in a blood-red garment, for I am a blood-witness like the martyrs. Red is the colour of the feast! Is not death my feast?

Mother, oh my dear mother, how does it happen that a gazelle kid imbibes poison with its mother's milk? I am fading away and what has my life been? I have suffered so much in secret that now I must talk. Before my soul escapes, the grief in my heart breaks open the seal on my lips.I must draw back the curtain and then I shall go. My beloved, for whom I have lived and for whom I die, is far away. Listen to me, mother!

Autumn had come. In the garden, the leaves were falling like drops of blood. The warmth of the sun escaped from rivers and lakes, the face of the landscape became sere and yellow. The flowers shed the colour and brilliance of their garments. Ready to depart, the narcissus tied its bundle, The jasmin's silver lost its precious gleam and the rose-petals became a book of mourning.

Was it really possible, then, to steal a glance at paradise while living on on earth? Could a small particle of eternity break the chain of hours?