1. Ask the places of separation in the morning after the night camps crawl,
And compare what you heard with what happens to me now,

2. When I became fit for complaining to you, you became fit for blaming me,
To you, for you are safe,

3. Accepting advice from me,
Dark brown like a canal seen,

4. And not of faded canals,
Does the dark-brown have for his spit a sip of honeydew?

5. And of balanced constitution, for an imbalanced matter,
It passed, so I carried it,

6. To beat the camel litters,
And I leave them of blessings,

7. He obliges me with them, Ali,
So whatever he objects of it,

8. He finds a likeness and a parable.
I saw for every generosity,

9. An intolerable guide,
A disjointed connection,

10. And an inseparable estrangement.
None but you spends the night with exertion about it,

11. Except upon disquiet,
You alone below them,

12. Drowning the East with wetness,
And between you is a connection,

13. Pure from the turbidity of boredom,
And how many times has it plugged, this

14. In the mouth, of gaps.