From the Arabic

Why art thou so hushed and sad,
  So thin and wan?
Who robbed thee of thy flesh and song⁠—
  Was it Ramadhan?

Nay, Ramadhan is not to blame,
  For I have ceased to fast and pray;
But to my vacant Dwelling came
  An unknown Guest⁠—he came to stay.

And in my heart he eats and drinks;
  He drinks my blood, of wines the best,
And eats my burning flesh⁠—ah, yes,
  My love for Zahra is that Guest.