I swear by Him who raised the sphere,O bird, how beautiful thou art here;
Thou camest, filling all my loneAbode — all praise to thee alone;
I shun all people, one and all,Save thee — thou art most like the royal;
O companion in my solitude,This heart of mine hath kissed thy mood;
Love's partnership hath touched us twain,And all are partners in this chain;
Fate strikes our hearts with sure decree,Its arrows subject to the sky;
A sphere that turns within our view,To watch the arena's victims true;
Lo, thou dost fill my solitude —Shall I fill thine in exile's mood?
With my bird's song at break of day,It cries, inviting thine away.