They said: 'You left your only son alone'—I answered, though my heart was overthrown.
That he might drink from knowledge's deep well,From every science rich and fertile cell.
And he would come, experienced and tried,To life that every adventurer has eyed.
A journey I desired for him to trace,A path for every striver's earnest pace.
But now his absence stretches long and far,And longing has besieged me like a war.
O phantom, visit me and grant relief,That my tormented thoughts may find belief.
Does he perchance, I wonder, understandWhat circles in my mind, what I have planned?
O bird of mine, I am still waiting here—I am still here, O bird, still waiting, dear.
Return, O Jalal—for I live and keepAwake upon a sleepless eyelid's steep.
Thy lofty speech restores to me anewThe inspiration that my spirit knew.
The heart of motherhood—it surges, swells,Like oceans roaring in their boundless dells.
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