My Heart Is Torn By The Tyranny Of Women Very Quietly; Day And Night My Tears Are Wearing Away My Cheeks Very Quietly. Life Is A Red Thing Like The Sun Setting Very Quietly; Setting Quickly And Heavily And Very Quietly. If You Are To Buy Heaven By A Good Deed, To-Day The Market Is Open; To-Morrow Is A Day When No Man Buys, And The Caravan Is Broken Up Very Quietly. The Kings Are Laughing And The Slaves Are Laughing; But For Your Sake Sayyid Ahmad Is Walking And Mourning Very Quietly. From The Pus'Hto (Afghans, Nineteenth Century).