1. Love inquired, and its question was a plea,
Yet it is impossible that the aloof would answer.

2. O abode, our eyelids and ribs have strived,
For you, with weeping and sorrow we are spent.

3. It was clothed with gowns from meadows,
The thread of clouds its garment had unknit.

4. My companion grieved at my state,
So today he returned as messenger.

5. Or do you not see me, after him, carrying
The weight of sorrow, as if I were borne?

6. If only I had a letter praising virtues,
Then the preference would rightly be mine.

7. Sheathe your tongue from speaking, for it
Encompasses fury, with warriors in its flanks.

8. And prevent it from its outbursts, and suffice it
With them, for in speech are sharp swords and blades.

9. Entrust your time to change all that
You disliked, for that is guarantor enough.