My heart yearned for them, and my longing faded. My patience was torn by their absence, for what is the world without them? And the beloved, whose presence delighted me with every sound that pleased. So, O you who blame me, cease your reproaches, for you will find no sweeter or more welcoming presence. The sorrows of Tamim afflict the core of my being, and the intensity of my grief has turned my hair white. Why then do I hide and conceal, when what is hidden has become clear to me? My supporter is few, my burden is heavy, my sleeplessness increases, and my longing is intense. Who can grant me patience, when patience itself refuses to be found in love? "O Sa'd, my happiness lies in weeping," he said, "Come, let us lament together." And I shed tears, like blood, whether they agree or disagree. Yes, to those who are consumed by love, let the sorrow of my heart be a testament. If he wishes to conceal his passion, then his actions are strange, how strange they are! I was once with the sea, and it was my companion, but it angered me, oh, how it angered me! What is it today that has made him so distant, when I have always relied on him? He became proud and estranged me, and the hardships appeared to us, diminishing us. So I began to speak to him when he was stubborn, and he abandoned me after he had captured me. O time, will what has been lost ever return? He said