1. The land has become constricted for me, though its expanses are vast
Even the flags have bowed down and the tents collapsed

2. And those who console me say, “Stop remembering him!”
But patience in the face of God's will cannot be rejected

3. O rock, you were once a full moon by whose light we walked
But the day the glory and generosity died, you too passed away

4. So today, no hopeful soul longs for you
Now that you are gone, and the basin of death brims over

5. You have plunged into many a dreadful whirlpool
With the finest youth as your victims instead of prey

6. You erected the pinnacle of glory for your people
As radiant as a shooting star, though they are but moths