1. Youth has departed, my bone has grown frail, and bent

    the forepart of the spear-shaft; the parting of my hair has grayed.

  2. O pass of Radwa, why is the one within you not seen,

    when a frenzy of passionate longing for you afflicts us?

  3. Until when, and to what end—how long is the span,

    O son of the legatee, while you are alive and sustained?

  4. At Radwa, time follows time; you remain, yet are unseen,

    while we bear loads of passionate longing for you.

  5. Indeed, I surely hope to see you, yet I

    truly fear that I may die without seeing you.

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