Classic Poem

There came,
Came there to me the hour of separation,
Of separation came the hour.
My beloved plunged into my heart the red-hot iron of separation,
Of separation the red-hot iron.

Come not,
Come not to me, O doctor.
There are no drugs for mortal wound,
For mortal wound no drugs.
You cannot heal the red wound of separation,
Of separation the red wound.

There is none,
None there is to whom I can tell the tale of separation,
Of separation the tale.
Black and caked are the cinders of separation,
Of separation the cinders black and caked.

She was a branch of the sandalwood tree,
Of the sandalwood tree a branch.
She left me, and winter came,
Came winter.
Came the bleak, bleak storm of separation,
Of separation the bleak, bleak storm.

Fly away, O Pir Mohammed, from the tumult of the world,
From the world's tumult fly away.
For your little queen has put upon your brow the foot of separation,
Of separation the foot upon your brow.