O Parting Breeze!!!

O parting breeze from my meadows,

Return my stolen rose to me;

The thorn which lived in its shadows —

That thorn was also close to me.

The honey-bee asked for nectar,

My eyes could give but only tears;

A hive which has no protector —

Who'll save it from the hornet's spear?

My soul is still in disbelief;

Was it truly her time to leave?

The only cure for those in grief —

Don't comfort them, let them grieve.

O parting one, a final glance,

From your eyes to my yearning eyes;

I would explain, given the chance,

The pain you gave with no goodbyes.

-Anas Merchant