I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
Indeed the Idols I have loved so long, have done my credit in this World much wrong; have drowned my Glory in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song.
The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!