The Love Song of Har Dyal

Alone upon the housetops to the North I turn and watch the lightnings in the sky-- The glamour of thy footsteps in the North. Come back to me, Beloved, or I die. Below my feet the still bazar is laid-- Far, far below the weary camels lie-- The camels and the captives of thy raid. Come back to me, Beloved, or I die! My father's wife is old and harsh with years, And drudge of all my father's house am I-- My bread is sorrow and my drink is tears. Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!