1. The withering of decay hastened in the moist branch,
And the vicissitudes of fate and death ceased from vicissitude.

2. The sun did indeed rise in death with misfortune in the east,
I was compensated by it for the misery of the house in the west.

3. It clothed me in a garment of sorrow and anguish,
A crescent moon on which is woven a garment of dust.

4. I say, though they have said, with her death was relieved
From anguish, the soul of death is worse than anguish.

5. It descended narrow from the grave and soil,
And if it were spacious in extent, it would not be spacious.

6. I hoped for nearness while she was distant,
So my remoteness from remoteness and nearness was conveyed.

7. She has a dwelling beneath the soil and I promised her
She has a dwelling between the breasts and the heart.