Sad are they who know not love

O sad are they who know not love

But far from passions tears and smiles

Drift down a moonless sea

Beyond the silvery coasts of fairy Isles.

And sadder they whose longing lips

Kiss empty air and never touch

The dear warm mouth of those they love

Waiting, wasting, suffering much

But clear as amber, fine as musk

Is life to those who pilgrim-wise

Move hand in hand

From dawn to dusk

Each morning nearer Paradise.

O not for them shall angels pray;

They stand in everlasting light -

They walk in Allah's smile by day

And nestle in his heart by night.