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1161. I smother my grief within me, but behold ! it only welleth up more and more even as the water of the spring to those who are draining it.

1162. To conceal my grief is now beyond me : but as to disclosing it, I should feel it a shame to speak of it even to him that caused it.

1163. At the two ends of the pole which is my life, my two loads of passion and and delicacy hang heavy; and this suffering body breaketh under their weight.

1164. There is a very sea before me in my passion for my beloved: but a trusty bark to cross it there is none for me.

1165. What will they not do when they are enemies, those who suffer one to pine away when they are friends ?

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