1. A friend whose path I crossed one feast day
When all were gathered and hunger held sway

2. They complained of hunger and thirst so dire
I was busy with talk and paid no heed there

3. Then food was served and bellies did yearn
The guests were famished, thirst made them burn

4. Can I glimpse you, and thereby quench my fire?
Quoth he “Nay for a bolt locks my desire

5. The key is lost and access denied evermore”