Think not that grief lasts forever!

Grief is but a flame

that blazes, then subsides

You will become accustomed

to losing those

you have been separated from

just as you become used

to those around you

We break off a twig

of a grapevine

and it weeps

But we do not shed tears

when the beloved breaks

with us

Trust not separation

even if you trust in union

Indeed, the sun turns pale

at sunset

for fear

of separation.

I absented myself

so your tribe would not

dislike me

And if the sun did not set

every day

It would indeed

be boring