XI-LVIII

This heart, I tied not with aught in this fane,
I lost self’s place in my own eye’s pane.
Now he is looking for my ‘bows’ today,
On whom I was ruling just the last day.¹

1.         Line 3 and 4 (Literal).

That idol seeks now my kowtows today,
To whom I had broken just the last day.