I opened to my Beloved, but my Beloved had left. He passed on. My soul went out when He spoke; I sought Him, but I could not find Him. I called Him, but He did not answer me.

The watchmen who went about the city found me and struck me; they wounded me. The keepers of the wall lifted my veil from me.

I went down into the garden of nuts to see the greenery of the valley, to see whether the vine flowered and the pomegranates budded.