1. The eyelids of the clouds wept with drops of rain
And tore open the throat of flowers with stakes

2. The tongues of fragrance grew with the secrets of the meadows
And dyed the cheeks of roses with the hands of breezes

3. Doves stood on the boughs of trees
Mourning the twigs of delicate branches

4. The roar of thunder called out in the darkness of its cloud
As prey roared in the forest, seized by predators

5. And the flash of lightning consoled the bereaved garden
As the moonlit one held a funeral for it

6. The river’s right hand slipped out of its meadow’s sheath
To behead the meadow’s heads with the blades of swords

7. When the breeze of longing left the encampment
It erased landmarks that were once white seasons

8. They bid farewell at dawn and its expanse was deserted
Deer and gazelles befriended its empty quarters

9. They spurred their steeds in the busy confusion of departure
And travelled by night through the darkness of the hunt

10. So I stood as the ridden beast stood
In an imminent stance of farewell and fervor

11. And when its people went far, nothing remained
Except sketches of encampments, now devoid of spoils

12. The warbling of a francolin, the glimmer of lightning
The roaring thunder, the hissing of rain

13. The song of a bulbul, the tune of a nightingale
The hooting of an owl, the groan of the gloomy sky