At the Camp of Love
At the Camp of Love 1. The words I swallowed, devoured me later. 2. O morning breeze, do not acquaint me with the beloved’s fragrance — my breaths are already woven with the memories of her street. 3. That which, even when left, does not leave; that which, even when broken, does not break — such is the strange freshness of longing upon our dry lips. 4. Your eyes are like jewels — awakened from some dream. We were crushed in the well of the beloved — we died by the very sight of the lover. 5. The restlessness has now subsided — there is no hope left; only noise and wailing remain, and no voice of any loved one. 6. It is the return of her footsteps – and here we are; no one will ever be able to hear the cry and wail of my heart. 7. We have set off, carrying the plank of love as a shawl over our heart — the one whose address is not even known by the name of any wanderer.