1. It was a haven of joy.

    Then it vanished; without it, hoarding [unclear in the Arabic] and sorrow are mine.

  2. May rain fall as long as its image lives,

    In copious showers that make measuring weary at night.

  3. If the rain-clouds do not make lightning-flashes laugh over it,

    And do not make eyelids weep, then may no rain-cloud rise.

Sol 6.1