1. Longing called me, and the caravans had awakened,
And the sun in the last of Gemini grew hot,

2. And the heat was raging, and my soul was pouring out,
My mind confused, and death ever present.

3. The desert was dusty, its expanse desolate,
As if its guideposts in the dark were trembling.

4. So I willingly obeyed the caller of longing. I woke them,
Though most of them, drowsy, had not slept.

5. When I said, “Be prepared,” some of them said,
“This man is possessed, so leave him and keep away.”

6. They know the heat they felt on their day
Of alighting, but do not know the heat I feel—

7. The heat of separation when the severance assists it,
A heat that attacks the viscera and liver.