1. Listen, O soul! Is there any melody in the universe?
And look! Is there any light in the regions of the earth at night?

2. Do not care if happiness has been shortened from you,
For the bells that revived you, fate has made them wither.

3. Sorrow is the echo of their ringing, and grief, and desolation,
And the hymns of separation are wailing and crying,

4. Repeated by the bereaved and the orphan martyrs,
And the lamps that adorned the evening have been extinguished.

5. The grip of evil has choked them, so there is no life in them.
They dyed them in blackness, so they and the night are equal.

6. There is mourning for the light, adversity has lasted in it and misery,
Under an endless night that has no beginning or end.

7. O messenger, the heavens did not doubt your return!
Look at the earth...is there any love or brotherhood left in it?

8. The people have forgotten your commandments, or went astray and did evil!
And as they betrayed you, O Savior, so too were the innocent sold!

9. On the night of the nativity, the world is tears and bloodshed
In lands where disdain for your peace once prevailed.

10. In your name the singers sing, and the poets recite,
Where has this joy gone? Or where is the serenity?

11. No dreams or radiance greeted you from the children,
They slept, with nothing but the sky gazing at them.

12. The fathers wait, have they returned? And has the meeting come?
Mothers have stayed up, and the night is harsh.

13. In the depths of the soul they weep, and hope has become scarce!
And woe to them! Where can they be found, these wretched ones?

14. They are behind the night, bodies and ephemeral souls,
And faces that adversity has inscribed however it wishes.

15. They were trapped in the abyss of death, and there is no escape,
Between a wave of hellfire that seeks their demise,

16. And mountains of ice rubble piled by winter,
And flying iron that the air warns of its path.

17. And strangely, why are the wretched driven to death?
For bread? But bread is striving and consent!

18. For truth? But truth to the people is a coating!
For glory? But glory is innocent of tyranny!

19. Or in the great massacre, does one attain glory however one wishes?
The oppressor lied, and the sword in his hands is extinguished.

20. Everything he said is a lie, falsehood, and fabrication!
O East, distinguished by the spirit of heaven,

21. This spirit built with its own hands,
And whose light has illuminated and brightened the world,

22. O father of wisdom, the wise no longer mourn you!
Call out, "Europe", perhaps the call will benefit it:

23. Has the hour come, O sister, or is it time for retribution?
You were indebted to power until arrogance overcame you.

24. Dance in the fire, today you are fuel for it.
And drink in the devil's tavern of overflowing cups.

25. A tavern of death in which the blood of the slain exults.
Call in it whoever you wish, for the remorseful dead,

26. And raise your cup, and sing! And excuse the world!
O mighty one, the weak have never disgraced you,

27. And weak one whose name frightens the mighty!
And I am the Muslim, I do not deny the prophets.

28. You in the Quran are love, beauty, and purity.
Wondrous is your ideal sacrifice! And in speech there is consolation!

29. Is this the evil world? Redemption has been lost!