1. They envied you, my father, so our years narrowed,
And we, your children, how much they envy us!

2. The blaze of their eyes almost destroyed us,
But they, O mother, we pardon them!

3. They saw what their hearts could not bear
Of what you were endowed with, though they hoped for it.

4. So it's as if their souls were texts distorted,
And as if your soul is clad in jasmine.