1. O raven of separation, are you informing me
Of good as you have concealed in omens and ill,

2. And told that separation has come between us and drawn near
Beauty for separation, heavily laden with betrayal,

3. And stirred a mote in a tearful doe's eye,
Whose tears flow when she is remembered,

4. And you said thus is time, it does not cease to sadden,
You spoke truly, and does aught remain with time?