If you grew weary of our company, we shall depart,
Command a service that may ease your heart.
We rise, yet your image dwells within our soul,
Wherever we go, your absence takes its toll.
Engage with your equals if you wish to contest,
We are already broken—what harm is a new test?
No crime have I committed to warrant your disdain,
But who holds the law to account for a drunkard’s pain?
Praise be to God that faithless idol stayed untrue,
Perhaps our idol-worshipper may repentance pursue.