A Private Conversation Of A Prisoner Poem by Abu Firas al-Hamadani

I say while a pigeon near me weeps .... 'O my neighbor, do you feel my condition?
You have never tasted the changes of hardship .... And worries have never crossed your mind
Do you carry so much sadness in your heart .... while you stand on such a high branch?
O my neighbor, time has not been just between us .... Come let me share some of my burdens with you
Come look at a soul that has become so weak, come .... that it goes back and forth in my body, torturing my mind
Will a prisoner laugh, and a free man cry? .... And a sad person remain silent, while the happy is loud?
I was more entitled to the tears than you .... but my tears in hardship have become rare (precious).'