1. They marched on while our livers were wounded, and our eyes
Were hurt, and our souls drunk with anxiety,

2. Our insides complain of burning in their absence,
Yet our outsides complain of separation.

3. As if they were above the humps of the camel, and it walked
Dripping in your dark night,

4. The meteors in the constellations bloom
Moving in the orbit flowing methodically.

5. O you who make my home desolate since they left,
It was not devoid of a loved one’s cooing.

6. If you are absent, you are not absent from our conscience,
And if you are present, we carry you in our eyelids.