1. You went away, leaving me to sorrow,
Bereft of solace, bereaved of joy.

2. I count the friend as foe, and find
No sweetness in companion or in place.

3. O Abul-Kasim, did the parting spirits rob you,
Or did you choose their garb for your attire?

4. You went your way, leaving your lonely friend
Forlorn, who once could call on you when lorn.

5. A brother cried his wishes day and night
At dawn, perhaps today will bring relief;

6. And when time favored him, it turned aside,
And when you hardened, it in turn grew hard.

7. Who found you generous reaped ample fruit,
Who taxed your patience beggared his hope.

8. Parting has cast me on rejection's shore,
Parting, which does confound the skilled in lore.

9. The morning breeze for me doth speak your name,
As though it echoed in a calling voice.

10. O Scribe of learning, lustrous as the day,
How few are garbed as you are with renown!

11. On you my greetings rest, youth I betrayed,
Whose bright-lit morn eve's shadows overcast.

12. Had we but bribed the spirits with our souls,
Those precious souls we would have offered them!