1. Ah, who will aid a sleepless man with a wounded breast,

    Whom pains assail with an assailant's utmost force?

  2. He yearns for an age gone by, and for a family

    That poured over him the like of blossoms' fragrance.

  3. And memory grants him—when longing for home

    And its people wears him thin—a bird's flight feathers.

  4. Ah, O wire, by whose means they now

    Walk upon a bridge—the daughters of thought.

  5. May God guard the age that nurtured you, for it

    Has given those in need their greatest helper.

  6. Indeed, you are succor to one crying for relief from separation,

    And aid to one lavish with tears, whose eyes give freely.

Sol 6.1