1. On the day of parting, the dove wept like Noah,
The morning coos with weeping lingered,

2. I said, do you weep for one with a collar, remembering,
Hudhail, after he passed away though he was not followed,

3. And I know why you don’t weep and you weep,
A widow cannot do but weep, what else can she do,

4. You did not see why you weep, leave what I see,
And guard what you weep for, while I waste away.