Sol 5.6

  1. The beloved have departed, taking my heart; so bid farewell

    to one who will not return to them until they return.

  2. For after them, the grave is roomier than a town

    that has closed in on me, where even the resting place is cramped.

  3. After Ahmad, can one praise this world—and after

    you, O ʿAlāʾ al-Dīn, can any dwelling be sweet?

  4. O friend, cry out to those who have set, in hope that they

    may return—for they are full moons rising.

  5. Impossible! Expectation has failed and hope is cut off;

    affliction has grown, and all grounds for hope have dwindled.

  6. Let the tears flow; weeping is of no avail.

    God’s decree is inevitable; it cannot be repelled.

Sol 5.6