1. The rustling leaves do not cheer at dawn’s first light,
Nor soar aloft, arranging their array.

2. No cloud has rained on Nejd with needed showers,
No oleander blooms at springs from brimming flow.

3. Some say, conjecturing, opinions swarm and spread,
But who knows love like one who is love’s burnt victim?

4. Know, despair’s retreat brings balm, rest, peace from strife.
Solace it grants, when ties you prized drift far apart.

5. All said to bear love’s pain – I bore, but found
Nothing can match yearning’s sting, when love draws near.

6. God bless her, no morning breeze has breathed at dawn,
No star has gleamed, shimmering soft in darkest night.

7. Her love I’ll not buy, even if she stoops to union.
Her secret’s mine, though she take umbrage, wrath aroused.