A lover saw another afflicted [in like manner]: he said to him, “Whither art thou going?”

He stopped and told his story: they both wept together.

They went to the kádee of love, both together to complain.

The three wept, and said, “Whither is our love gone?”

The night! The night! O thou with sweet hands! Gatherer[[474]] of the dewy peach!

Whence were ye, and whence were we, when ye ensnared us?

“A’shik yekul li-l-hamám hát lee genáhak yóm.

Kál el-hamám amrak bátil: kultu gheyr el-yóm:

Hatta ateer fi-l-gó wa-nzur wegh el-mahboob;

A′khud widád ’am wa-rga’ yá hamám fee yóm.