1. Imagination roamed our valleys, never resting,
Except when sleep's flock took flight and scattered.

2. Sleep is not to blame, but the eye that chases it away.
No, it's the madness of madmen that set it aflame.

3. God has taken my loved ones for what they have done.
Though the beloved may wrong the lover, still he is dear.

4. In the wisdom and mercy of God,
The good are not burdened with others' sins to bear.

5. How can the heart be blamed? They were but tested
By eyes that reap light and sow it barren.

6. Who shackled the glance in their beauty's garden?
Who let tears flow freely down the cheek's slope?

7. Who told the heart, tucked in the ribs: "Take flight!"
Yet God did not create it with wings to take flight.

8. With his eyes, the lover reaps his own demise,
Then from his beloved seeks vengeance as recompense.

9. He would see the wrong he brings upon himself
If God gave lovers eyes that truly see.