The friend is heedless, the sky merciless, time turns without rest.
Much pain, and no one to share it; the enemy strong, fortune weak.
Dost bî-pervâ felek bî-rahm devrân bî-sükûn
Derd çok hem-derd yok düşmen kavî tâli' zebûn
Fuzuli, Turkish Dîvân, the ghazal opening "Dost bî-pervâ".
Seven short verdicts.
The friend does not care.
The sky shows no mercy.
Time does not stop.
But the heaviest is in the middle:
Much pain, and no one to share it.
Fuzuli tells of togetherness through its absence.
A person can bear pain.
What he cannot bear is having no one
to tell it to.
Reading this couplet, a name comes to mind.
Someone you have not called in a long time.
To share someone's pain,
a phone call is often enough.