Never again to taste Mhun steak,
Never again her air to take
For wherever I may roam,
I can never again go home.

Never to see the red fog's swirling,
Never to see Their statues unfurling,
Never to read Their sacred tome
I can never again go home.

I find myself in this strange clime,
Yet I may acclimate in time.
For in this city, among her domes,
I must now make myself at home.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Aeguary, in the year 511 AF.