God save a bird on a bán tree

God save a bird on a bán tree, a bird that has revealed to me the true story
How the loved ones bound the saddles on their camels and then gat them away at dawn.
I journeyed—and in my heart for their sake was a blazing fire because of their departure—
Striving to outpace them in the darkness of the night, calling to them, and then following their track.
I had no guide in pursuing them except a perfumed breath of their love.
The women raised the curtain, the darkness became light, and the camels journeyed on because of the moonshine.
Then I let my tears pour in front of the camels, and the riders said, 'When did this river flow?'
And were unable to cross it. I said, 'My tears rolled in streams.'
’Tis as though the thunderclaps at the gleam of the lightnings and the passing of the clouds at the fall of rain
Were the palpitation of hearts at the flash of teeth and the flow of tears for travellers who rode away.
O thou who likenest the lissomeness of the tall forms (of the loved ones) to the softness of the fresh verdant bough,
If thou hadst reversed the comparison, as I have done, thou wouldst have taken a sound view;
For the softness of the branches is like the lissomeness of the tall forms, and the rose of the meadow is like the rosy blush of shame.