Now let the cloud blood drop on drop weep, and its form bend low! And let the Judas-tree anew in blossoms gore-hued blow! With this sad anguish let the stars' eyes rain down bitter tears! And let the smoke from hearts on fire the heavens all darkened show! Their azure garments let the skies change into deepest black! Let the whole world attire itself in robes of princely woe! In breasts of fairies and of men still let the flame burn on— Of parting from the blest King Suleiman the fiery glow! His home above the highest heaven's ramparts he hath made; This world was all unworthy of his majesty, I trow. The bird, his soul, hath, _huma_-like, aloft flown to the skies, And naught remaineth save a few bones on the earth below. The speeding Horseman of the plain of Time and Space was he; Fortune and Fame aye as his friends and bridle-guides did go. The wayward courser, cruel Fate, was wild and fierce of pace, And fell to earth the Shade of God the Lord's benignant Grace. Through grief for thee, bereft of rest and tearful e'en as I, Sore weeping let the cloud of spring go wand'ring through the sky! And let the wailing of the birds of dawn the whole world fill! Be roses torn! and let the nightingale distressful cry! Their hyacinths as weeds of woe displaying, let them weep Down o'er their skirts their flowing tears let pour—the mountains high! The odor of thy kindliness recalling, tulip-like, Within the Tartar musk-deer's heart let fire of anguish lie! Through yearning for thee let the rose its ear lay on the path, And, narcisse-like, till the last day the watchman's calling ply! Although the pearl-diffusing eye to oceans turned the world, Ne'er into being should there come a pearl with thee to vie! O heart! this hour 'tis thou that sympathizer art with me; Come, let us like the flute bewail, and moan, and plaintive sigh! The notes of mourning and of dole aloud let us rehearse; And let all those who grieve be moved by this our seven-fold verse.