Poetry: Aber
Upon the heart, the memory of one I cannot forget is immortalised
Just as the biography of a good man is immortalised by his deeds
A companion who kept stirring my heart until he reached its furthest depths
While I myself had been kept apart from the longing of fair ones
He captured me — before the spell of his lashes, his gentle words had already ensnared me
And his love had cast me down before I could complete a single round
I resist… yet I never passed through his dwelling or the place where he was raised
The world turned before my eyes to a single, braided colour
My time denied me the sight of him, and absence kept him precious
Not a day passed that his image left my sight
The swords of separation, honed deep within the heart
I resist… while they are drawn between the rafters
O strength — what strength remains in my heart after its power is gone
We endured, while the doors of accord were shut
Fate took him, and God willed the parting upon me
I walked away from him, the joy of a lifetime slain
My feeling, whenever my memories of us pass before me
Is the feeling of one who is barren, watching children gathered all around