Shorter Pieces of Arabian Poetry: To a Dove, by Serage Alwarak

TO A DOVE. BY SERAGE ALWARAK. THE Dove, to ease an aching breast, In piteous murmurs vents her cares; Like me, she sorrows, for, oppressed, Like me, a load of grief she bears. Her plaints are heard in every wood, While I would fain conceal my woes: But vain's my wish—the briny flood, The more I strive, the faster flows. Sure, gentle bird, my drooping heart Divides the pangs of love with thine; And plaintive murm’rings are thy part, And silent grief and tears are mine.