Ay, thou art fair; I know that beauty well.
Have I not longed for it as those in Hell
⁠Long for release?

Thou wouldst be kind to me? but when I craved
Such kindness in the days it could have saved
⁠Thou didst not cease

To torture me, Aziz, and now that Fate
Has brought me what so long, I so desired,
⁠It is too late,
⁠I am too tired.