এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা হয়েছে, কিন্তু বৈধকরণ করা হয়নি।
He came and sat by my side but I woke not. What a cursed sleep it was, oh miserable me! He came when the night was still; he had his harp in his hands, and my dreams became resonant with its melodies.
Alas, why my nights are all thus lost? Ah, why ever I miss his sight whose breath touches my sleeping brow!
