1. My torrent of sorrow has overflowed
And raged until it filled the valleys

2. Oh if only you could ward off this affliction
If only steadfastness would adorn itself and melt away

3. I know the cure for this exhausting illness
That numbs the senses and the minds

4. It conquers the severity of tribulations, should they befall
And takes away the sorrows and the pains

5. In the darkness I heard a commotion
As if amidst it were ferocious wolves

6. I walked cautiously seeking refuge
Bewildered, grasping for wisdom

7. It tore away your veil
Like an echo spreading through ruins

8. As if around me were crumbled rubble
Separating in my ears its address

9. And I imagined I saw youth
Their clothes on the ground like white fog

10. Some concealed the horizon and the open expanse
And obscured the hills and the clouds

11. Unrecognizable whether they appeared or disappeared
So I hurried towards them, hesitating

12. Retreating at times, at others bold
Oh if only I did not try to get near

13. If only I had avoided them
What foreordained fate has transpired

14. And what tribulations have struck their mark
And excelled in vanquishing these challenging souls

15. Whose spirits were seized by the wolves
With their tears and the dust blanketing

16. Their glowing tear-stained cheeks
And sowing the heads and the necks

17. And scattering the livers and the limbs
And separating the comrades and the loved ones

18. And gathering the beasts and the birds of prey
Oh woe to the hands that inflicted this pain

19. And brandished the swords and the weapons
And made havoc their cause

20. Oh you who rain torment upon the land
And drive rigid skulls

21. And spill their blood in torrents
And unjustly fear no reckoning

22. Your time will make the absent weep
And sorrow will shroud the faces

23. And the bereaved women will bear misfortunes
And the shoulders will carry the burdens

24. If only the one who decreed our misery
Could hear this address, if he was able

25. Of one who does not hope to return
And has no concern for answers

26. Wearing his blood as his garment
Taking his wounds as his cups

27. Quenching his thirst with his blood as his drink
Oh king, if you had headed the call

28. You would have poured out molten gold
But instead you led our youth to misery

29. Make my son successful and anticipate his reward
And be a helper to a father who has aged

30. Weeping and making the clouds weep for me
And a wife whom you have afflicted with anguish

31. Pouring soil on her glowing cheek
Do not let the injustice of servants persist

32. But you do not hear my address
Does a king who sees mercy as a disgrace

33. Have compassion on the weak and afflicted?
I call on the one who, when I call him, answers

34. Then I cast myself down and hugged the ground