Through Thine Absence

Through thine absence, smiling Rosebud, forth my soul doth go, alas!
Earth is flooded by the tears down from my eyes that flow, alas!

Should'st thou ask about my days, without thee they're black as thy hair;
'Midst of darkness, O my Stream of Life, I'm lying low, alas!

With the stones of slander stone me all the cruel rival throng;
O my Liege, my Queen, 'tis time now mercy thou should'st show, alas!

When I die through longing for thee, and thou passest o'er my breast,
From my dust thou'lt hear full many bitter sighs of woe, alas!

In his loved one's cause will Lutfî surely die the martyr's death;
Let her brigand eyes from mulct for blood of mine free go, alas!