Of thy wings depriv’d, and pent?
He saith, ‘Our griefs are equal:
Worn away with love, I lie.’
Alas! Did not estrangement
Draw my tears, I would not sigh.
“O First, and sole Eternal!
Show Thy favour yet to me.
Thy slave, Ahmad El-Bekree,[[535]]
Hath no Lord excepting Thee.
By Tá-Há,[[536]] the Great Prophet!