Story 8

  I remember how in former times I and another friend kept company

with each other like two almond kernels in one skin. Suddenly a

separation took place but after a time, when my companion returned, he

commenced to blame me for not having sent him a messenger during it. I

replied: 'I thought it would be a pity that the eyes of a messenger

should be brightened by thy beauty and I deprived thereof.'

        Tell my old friend not to give me advice with the tongue

        Because even a sword will not compel me to repent.

        I am jealous that anyone should see thee to satiety.

        Again I say that no one will be satiated.