1. A dove cooed in the folds of a dark night,
Chiding my apathy and sleepy plight.

2. I offered excuses in remorseful tone -
Myself I blamed for all that I had done.

3. Can I pretend that I'm a fervent lover,
Of Layla, when I weep not like beasts that whimper?

4. Nay, by God's house! Had I been love's disciple,
The doves would not have wept before my idle eyes.