O Tomb!

O tomb! within thy shadows can it be

My dear beloved hides away from me?

O tomb, by Allah, tell me, lest I die,

Is all her beauty vanished utterly?

Have her vast charms been blotted out? -- her white

And pallid brow been lost in thy deep night?

Surely, O tomb! no bit of heaven is thine,

Who foldest close that wondrous love of mine.

Yet in thy depths, thy darkened depths, O tomb,

I see the stars shine and white lilies bloom!