Her honour won't let her say it, even one more time.|
It befriends ruin; no use in going there another time.
She is the shadow at the back of his mind.
She has paid her emotional debt and can't lose now;
Why deny the cupbearer's gift of wine? Caging the heart
Face your temptations, companions of virtue.
She's removing her veil! Will you slit your throat
Zaynab, go tell him I have bled another poem.