1. Where are the days that passed away,
When we scorned union, in our heyday?

2. A band whose troth was loyalty
Fate scattered, and made sport of prey.

3. Time gathered them in unity,
But Fortune came and disarray.

4. They parted to meet no more again,
Turning their backs at Destiny’s fey.

5. Love loosed its hold; farewell the twain!
Like Ibn Jubayr whom al-Hajjaj slew.

6. None now I love save these men alone,
I wonder, is it so with them too?

7. When their remembrance comes to me
My heart says, “God bless them with good!”