If God's protection cover me and Fortune be but just And Fate with her whom I adore unite me once again，I'll doff my clothesthat she may see how worn my body isFor languishment and severance and solitary pain.
Then he went on to the fourth cagewhere he found a nightingalewhichat sight of himbegan to tune its plaintive note. When he heard its descanthe burst into tears and repeated the following verses：
The nightingale's notewhen the dawning is nearDistracts from the lute-strings the true lover's ear.
Complainethfor love-longingUns el WujoudOf a passion that blotteth his being out sheer.
How many sweet notesthat would softenfor mirthThe hardness of iron and stonedo I hear！
The zephyr of morning brings tidings to me Of meadows，full-flower'd for the blossoming year.
The scents on the breeze and the music of birdsIn the dawningtransport me with joyance and cheer.
But I think of a loved onethat's absent from meAnd mine eyes rain in torrentswith tear upon tear；And the ardour of longing flames high in my breastAs a fire in the heart of a brasier burns clear.
May Allah vouchsafe to a lover distraught To see and foregather once more with his dear！
Yeafor loversheart-sickness and longing and woe And wake are excuses that plainly appear.
Then he went on a little and came to a handsome cagethan which there was no goodlier thereand in it a culverthat is to Saya wood-pigeonthe bird renowned among the birds as the singer of love-longingwith a collar of jewels about its neck，wonder-goodly of ordinance. He considered it awhile and seeing it mazed and brooding in its cageshed tears and repeated these verses：
O culver of the copsemay peace upon thee lightO friend of all who love and every wistful wight！
I love a young gazellea slender onewhose glance Than sharpest sabre's point is keener and more bright.
For love of hermy heart and entrails are a-fire And sicknesses consume my body and my spright.
The sweet of pleasant food's forbidden unto meAnd eke I am denied the taste of sleep's delight.