Nizami's poem

Alas the wasted labour of my youth! Alas the hope which vain hath proved in truth! I tunnelled mountain walls: behold my prize! My labour's wasted: here the hardship lies!

The world is void of sun and moon for me: My garden lacks its box and willow tree. For the last time my beacon-light hath shone; Not Shirin, but the sun from me is gone!

Beyond Death's portals Shirin shall I greet, So with one leap I hasten Death to meet! Thus to the world his mournful tale he cried, For Shirin kissed the ground and kissing died.