1. O Lord, what beast roars, its fangs bare,
Or what heart from them a day turns away.

2. Can the eye be sated after those who
Were the delight of Ahmed’s eye in the throng

3. Or where are we after his core is stilled
Not once was his core stilled by distress

4. Or what blossoms still after him, when
The blossoms were forbidden, a pouring rain

5. Or how can we sleep after those who
Only dozed lightly through the night

6. Or how can we be sparing with tears for one
Who with generosity flooded people seeking