1. When they bade farewell and rode away
On the graceful mounts, my heart gave way.

2. To the sand dunes I poured out my grief;
Parting would bring naught but pain and grief.

3. I wept till tears flowed in plenty,
Like heavy rains pouring rapidly.

4. "You wept?" they asked. I said, “Nay,
Even stone can melt from ardour’s sway.”

5. “Then why,” they persisted, “are your eyes so red?”
I said, “A speck entered that I dread.

6. Its point was steel and caused me pain.
That is why both eyes shed rain.”

7. “Your tears,” they deduced, “and that deep sigh
Tell what your heart cannot deny.”