Arab Love-Song

What matters it to me if the rain fall,
Since I must: die of thirst? Her eyes are faint,
They faint with ardent sleep, faint into love:
Her eyes are promises she will not keep.
I ask no more; let others give me all,
While she is miser of her beauty: all
Is nothing, but her nothing is my all.
Have I not loved her when I knew not love?
Keep far from me that bitter knowledge; nay,
Why should I die? and if I know I die.
I have loved, and I have loved, perhaps, too much;
If to have loved as I have loved be sin,
I pray that God may never pardon it.