1. Does the glint of youth but visit us, then hoped for?
Or does it settle down, frequented then?

2. Alas! None stirs from the grave that was Muḍar
To live again, or Nizar springs up.

3. I lost him; no help came from hand of mine;
No copious tears were rained from eyelids' cloud.

4. So chastity by nights is folded up
As knotted apron is by spinners wound.

5. Life is a war whose gear no dove casts off
Save only turtledoves - the rest have gear.