[ There's the shape of it, vaguely. It's death, because it's always death, their mutual addiction, the dark star around which they hopelessly orbit. Armand, watching the moonlight as it climbs the wall of Daniel's study, considers the vastness of that distance. The deep black chill of what they both know to be the truth. ]
Not in this life.
[ He closes his eyes, adds: ]
Bi-eshq neshāt-o tarab afzun nashavad, Bi-eshq vojud khub-o mowzun nashavad, Sad qatre ze abr agar be daryā rizad, Bi-jonbesh-e eshq dorr-e maknun nashavad.
[ To be everything with him and nothing without him. To be willing to do anything. If nothing else, he understands that terrible, wonderful devotion. ]
no subject
Not in this life.
[ He closes his eyes, adds: ]
Bi-eshq neshāt-o tarab afzun nashavad,
Bi-eshq vojud khub-o mowzun nashavad,
Sad qatre ze abr agar be daryā rizad,
Bi-jonbesh-e eshq dorr-e maknun nashavad.
[ To be everything with him and nothing without him. To be willing to do anything. If nothing else, he understands that terrible, wonderful devotion. ]