Gabriel, touch me gently with your wings,
Oh, my gracious – from backstage – woe stings.
Graves are either gardens of endless delight
Or deep holes down to hell, where evil flings.
I want to be a spot in the hair of a camel,
Like a leaf, my life in windy weather swings.
The task of time is killing off all lavish gifts,
It never comes anew – life chimes – it never rings.
Among the dead, be the most attractive, Aazam,
As Solomon is the best of all earthy kings!
