1. I wept at the tamarisk tree when
I passed by it, conversing with clouds.

2. How many a friend I called there
Whom I knew, but no answer heard.

3. Woe to the tamarisk, abode of youths,
By it I lost the loved ones and youth.

4. And bosoms for a singing damsel,
And lips for a gentle, prattling maid,

5. And drink to the tamarisk one eve
When I alighted by it, found it sweet.