Nizami

He wanted to find his friend, to comfort him and tell him how much he loved him, and to reassure him that it had never been his intention to hurt him.

Every breeze that blows brings your scent to me;

Every bird that sings calls out your name to me;

Every dream that appears brings your face to me;

Every glance at your face has left its trace with me.

I am yours, I am yours, whether near or far;

Your grief is mine, all mine, wherever you are.’

To him, she was a precious diamond that was to be preserved with tenderness and loving care; to him, she was a casket of gems whose key was not to be given away lightly.