"Alas, the wasted labour of my youth! Alas, the hope which vain hath proved in truth! I tunnelled mountain walls: behold my prize! My labour's wasted: here the hardship lies! The world is void of sun and moon for me: My garden lacks its box and willow tree. For the last time my beacon-light hath shone; Not Shirin, but the sun from me is gone! Beyond Death's portals, Shirin shall I greet, So with one leap, I hasten Death to meet! Thus to the world the mournful tale he cried, For Shirin kissed the ground and kissing died."