That Sweet Way of Yours

You killed me, and now you say my ashes must be thrown to the wind. Why pile so much cruelty on someone already in pain? Everyone is happy because of you, everyone except me, who grieves. Won't you say that this heart, too, deserves a moment of joy? I grew old from grieving over you, though I have been your devoted slave since youth. An old slave, after all, ought to be set free. The tales of his beauty should be told to no one but me. The story of that sweet way belongs only to Farhad. What kind of life is this: at night everyone sleeps in peace, while I must cry out until dawn from the pain of your love.