The hunter’s arrow pierced her side.[103]
The leaves of the rose are scattered, like its scent:
O thou that hast fled from thy Self, come back to it!
O trustee of the wisdom of the Koran, 1505
Find thy lost unity again!
We, who keep the gate of the citadel of Islam,
Have become unbelievers by neglecting the watchword of Islam.
The ancient Saki’s bowl is shattered,
The wine-party of the Hijáz is broken up. 1510
The Ka`ba is filled with our idols,