1. My going to the graves has become inevitable
And I have worn out before death in my clothes

2. So peace be upon you, my home, for I
Will know my account before long

3. You made me drink the cups of death passionately
Will you not then have mercy on my youth?

4. Glory to Him who, had He willed, would have reconciled us
And removed from you - you have indeed prolonged my torment