Leave here, crescentuous Tamuz;
and let the flame of Sivan be rekindled;
shedding its light softly into my open window,
much as it would sip between my love's curtains,
striking her once again with a shaft of light.
And though it seems you hold the majesty,
and though tonight, as before, will your impish grin
deny me peaceful sleep,
with the dawn of Heshwan I will emerge victorious;
for the world itself shall then intervene,
reclaim the light you so arrogantly reflected,
and replace your tyrannical mock
with the soft crimson of those loving lips,
this loving heart.