Note 5 — Chapter CIV

Then I went home, grieved at having to part with her, and throwing myself flat, I tossed up and down convulsively like a fish on dry land. I said to myself, “Shall I ever again behold her face, which is the Creator’s storehouse of all the nectar of beauty? Happy are her companions5 whom she looks at with that laughing eye, and talks freely to with that mouth.” Engaged in such thoughts as these, I with difficulty got through that day and night, and on the second day I went to the house of my teacher.