1. The stars, O Abū ‘Alī
Do not cease to reproach me thus,

2. As though they had sworn
To burden me forevermore.

3. They know I belong to none
Save you alone in all the world,

4. And saw you complaining of cruelty—
Your right hand falls short of your gifts.

5. So they pelt you with me that we share,
In their blame, a common fate.