They took her to a country that is called Sydy Kaled, and buried her at night, My tattooed beauty. And her lovely eyes, Like a gazelle's, have never left my sight. O sexton, care now for my sweet gazelle, And let no stones fall on Hyzyya's grave. I do adjure thee by the Holy Book And by the letters which make up the name Of God, the Giver of all good, let no Earth fall upon the dame with mirror decked. Were it to claim her from a rival's arms I would attack three troops of warriors. I'd take her from a hostile tribe by force. Could I but swear by her dear head, my love, My black-eyed beauty--I would never count My enemies, 'though they a hundred were. Were she unto the strongest to belong I swear she never would be swept from me. In the sweet name Hyzyya I'd attack And fight with cavaliers innumerable. Were she to be the spoil of conqueror, You'd hear abroad the tale of my exploits. I'd take her by main strength from all who vied. Were she the meed of furious encounters I'd fight for years for her, and win at last! For I am brave. But since it is the will Of God, the mighty and compassionate, I cannot ward away from me this blow. I'll wait in patience for the happy day When I shall join thee. For I only think Of thee, my dearest love, of thee alone! My gray steed fell dead as he leaped. O friends, After my love, he's gone and left me, too. My charger, 'mid these hills, was of all steeds The fleetest, and in fiercest war's attack All saw him at the head of the platoon. What prodigies he wrought in war's red field! He showed himself ahead of all his peers. A blood-mare was his mother. He excelled In all the contests 'twixt the wandering camps; I tourneyed with him careless of my fate. When just a month had passed I lost the steed. Hyzyya first, and then this noble horse. He did not long survive my well-beloved. They both are gone, leaving their last farewells. O grief! my charger's reins have fallen down. God made my life a death, in leaving me Behind. For them I die. Oh, cruel hurt! I weep for this just as a lover weeps. Each day my heart burns fiercer, and my joy Has fled away. Now tell me, O my eyes, Why shed so many tears? Beyond a doubt The pleasures of the world will capture you. And will you grant no mercy? My sad soul But sees its torments grow. My pretty one, With lashes black, who was my heart's delight, Now sleeps beneath the sod. I do but weep And my head whitens for the beauteous one, With pearly teeth. My eyes no longer can Endure the separation from their friend.