1. Our tryst had promised union, yet where
Are vow and troth and clasping hands today?

2. You said your phantom came by night to bless
My watching eyes. How could a phantom pay

3. That grace to one that never slept? My heart
Still burns within me when you feign dismay.

4. Renew the troth you pledged in days gone by,
Return as when you were, —return, more kind!

5. Whene'er I dwell on the abandoned camp,
On grazing beasts and tents, I sob with grief.

6. Dear friend, I weep not for a world forlorn
But for a folk to whom I showed the road

7. Of glory, who then failed me. My henchmen say:
"Endure with patience as a chief must bear."

8. How should I bear such loss, when before me
I see the roped tent stakes my comrades reared?

9. Who spurned their guidance best. My pain is more.
You swore you'd hew the mountains’ breasts with swords

10. In vengeance over Kinana's progeny,
Left by the pilgrim horde unheeded there.