1. And a woman saying, when intentions persisted with her,
And her eyelids on it blood and tears,

2. Has not the time come for the journey of those who have endured
To return, before death, to a homeland?

3. So I said, though I could not restrain the precedent of tears
That spoke what my ribs concealed:

4. It became clear how many a house whose family was scattered
And a scattered family returned and was together.

5. Thus the nights dispose them, as you see,
For every people a barren and verdant spring.