Yea, Idol Fair; By Rumi Balkhi

Yea, idol fair;
Too small pretext was there,
Till sleep came down
And stole thee from thy own.
O softly sleep;
But I, till dawn shall peep,
With ceaseless sighs
Will mourn thy sleep-stained eyes.

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