I remember in former times when I and a friend had companionship like two almond kernels in one shell. Suddenly, a separation occurred.

After a while when he returned, he began to reproach me, saying: You did not send a messenger during this time.

I said: I felt sorry that the messenger's eyes would be illuminated by your beauty and I would be deprived.

O old friend, tell me, do not make me repent with words

For my repentance will not be with a sword.

I am jealous that someone gazes at you fully

I say again: No one will ever be satiated.