1. Is this the wailing she-camel I should ride
to water my tearful abode in High Hillock with?

2. And ask about my heart, then I lost it one eve
when the strayed ones roamed off with my sanity.

3. The abode of my distress, the place I swoon,
my solace nook and where I’m alone,

4. and where my beloved used to sit by my side—
through his company my soul, comfort, and rest.

5. May God water a pact in which a pact remains;
I cast unto the Master of Grace my mantle.

6. And in it he quenched my thirst, that lover of mine.
So by it till Reunion Day my gladness is derived.

7. And he vowed to me in it to be true to his boycott,
and went guaranteeing me the sweetness of my seclusion.

8.
I was glad with it. Nay, it went well with me

9. as my state shifted between erasure and affirmation.
So here I am, sheltering with my cloak, declining,

10. shivering, and she I love my company and my presence.
I recite poetry while my reason is drunk with her features

11. and send to the brink of demise the beauty of my reverie.
Go easy on me! Don’t blame me, my critic!

12. Or if you wish, then excuse me, at your leisure.
For the one you knew before is not your brother today,