1. He complains of separation, while where is the cruelty
Of passion's plaint and its waywardness compared to his?

2. I left him not, the home of love and its refuge,
The abode of grief and outpouring in his neighbourhood.

3. His longings return to him in the morning
And care takes refuge with him at his withdrawal.

4. By my life, he who bade me farewell with a greeting
From afar, his nearness drew nigh with its remoteness.

5. So I remember one whose pact time has not made him forget
Nor has his despair in its farness and retirement lost hope.

6. He yearns with longing for the late morn and forenoon
And finds repose in his soul's ease and his advance.