1. Is there for homelands you once greeted
A deafness from stillness, or mute from neglect?

2. Their dwellers are lost to them, no trace remains
Of garden or companion there in that place

3. Save one who resembles them, with bright neck
And beautiful eyes and a supple young face,

4. Whose flock he tended that now is deceased,
Naught left alive save shadows encased,

5. With wine he addresses, as she glows for her lover
Like a bride on her first night dressed,

6. For God ne’er lacks among His peoples
A heir of the noble studs’ race,

7. If one grows old in his station
Another arises young in his place