1. A companion said, we have stood long
At the abode, bereft of intimacy and composure

2. Do you stop at every house
Watering its soil with pouring tears?

3. As if you were completing its structure
And in what survived of its quarters lied your beloved

4. So I said, yes this is an abode I knew well
Where my friends dwelled like clustered stars

5. But time's adversity befell them and it became
Desolate while they were lost between survival and demise