assain

Updated: May 17, 2025

Give o'er thy railing, censor mine, and set thyself to flee From love that maketh eyes for aye with burning tears to rain. How oft, for absence and desire, I cry, "Alas, my grief!" But all my crying and lament in this my case are vain. Thou hast with rigours made me sick, that passed my power to bear: Thou'rt the physician; do thou me with what befits assain.

Anonymous - The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night, Volume III