1. Why should I feign patience, while patience has fled,
And conceal what I feel, though my tears are shed?

2. I remember the meadow, Zainab once bright,
And Egypt, my home, and the palm waving light.

3. O night-bird, that far in the desert dost wail,
Come dance in my dwelling, and mournfully hail;

4. Give me of thy coolness, one drop from thy wing,
To soothe the hot thirst which my sad visions bring.

5. I will wait, until God shall allow us to meet,
And open a door closed fast by fate's feet.