And I departed from the astonishment of farewell, and their people, to depart, we camped. So they took the camels and Mazkhala sat down, gesturing. So they left everything they had with them, a burden and a load. I have not forgotten them from the loneliness of a ruler who has. They pitied the drought and the effect of deception. No meeting after that was written, nor. And the caravan's departure, it surpassed the evil. So I stood my ground, and I stood over it, and I was confined. My eyes bid farewell to 'Abana and her eyes. With the pain of separation, they were stained with grief. So my eye shed tears, and the tears of the eyes were precious. What is there for the living after the loved ones, desolate? And how many do you see, O people of Manu? And he is not repelled by the beauty of the beloved, out of regret, and he is a false companion. And his inherited shadow and the life of his tribe. It is not followed back, nor is it celebrated. I greeted him, and the echo of the chest answered me. There is no difference between them if they are measured. His voice does not increase beyond repetition, a letter, and it becomes a whisper of the Zamzam. He set up the strong one and the shadow pen that. We were shaded, so we went to it and sat. So we promised to return, and the melody of meeting. And a companion of the complaints of love, a fool. So if you ask, do not ask for news. And if you hear, do not feel a whisper. My life is with its father, and time stands with the present. And the end has come, so there is no kissing. And life is the spring and the world is a destiny. I have seen its richness, a bride upon me.