1. O Tars, kiss the soil of the High Door and say
My Master, you still secretly bestow good on me

2. Status and money just as you have accustomed from the past
A man who was not mentioned before

3. The family came changing
With distance you make the heart's home broken

4. And whoever you willed or did not, you sent
Your prayers to them secretly and openly

5. Until strangers multiplied my family’s weakness
And the lady of the home has become dispossessed among them

6. And I hoped the correctness of purpose would make her attend
No worries, my heart is not happy

7. And the end of distance to finish the complaint alive
And maybe the bad luck increases delay