1. O birds above the person crying,
Give me some respite and stand my time,

2. Give me some respite and rebuild my abode,
Let not my tongue reveal what’s inside my conscience,

3. I want to console the preoccupations of my heart and respond,
And mourn the length of my nights and time,

4. And people whose eyes tear like water springs,
Above my cheek the constant tears flow,

5. I moan from my withering like the howl of the wolf,
And say my time is for the passionate and my equal,

6. Oh my heart, in you are gloom and joy,
And sorrows grew in which despair and sadness planted,

7. My worries do not transfer white hair,
Of the constant test of my life by God,

8. It shook my thoughts and placed on me Calamities,
Why did the Almighty do this to me,

9. My chest burned like the fire of afflictions,
Oh you who experienced like me the tested lover,

10. After this I need meanings in order,
And burn the written with four K’rans,

11. And the fright of those under the strike of adversity,
Maybe they will come to our aid,

12. As for those who promised us, they do not fulfill the demands,
And the pilgrimage did not take away the solid burdens,

13. As for the sheikhs accountable for them,
They became hostages at the ignorance of my tongue,

14. They were mules like the mule market,
With help they give the amenities of handlers,

15. Those whose generosity is like heavy rain,
Slaughterers of horsemen on the day of battle,

16. As for them from every wolf the son of a wolf,
Who insult Arabs even after the eighth,

17. And those who promised us cut them into pieces,
Betraying each other, traitors to wishes,

18. Those who came together the day of the battle of glory,
Their banners in my view are like the banners of supporters,

19. No longer is the boy sturdy like the wide-eyed gazelle,
Who is prevented from his meadows by enemies,

20. These words are like counting particles,
Sing of them O carriers of melody,

21. Oh God whom hopes call upon,
Oh Controller of the account of speech and battle,

22. Oh Creator of the birds of sky and insects of earth,
Oh Living, Oh Promiser, Oh Sustainer,

23. Oh God, hear the prayers of people and answer,
For the sake of the Prophet and the seven verses,

24. And gather us after separation,
And show our happiness from darkness to proof,

25. You are generous and your aims never fail,
No servant at Your door suffers,

26. And I conclude my words with the prophet Lot and Shuaib,
And the greatest Master in front of time,

27. Who forgives us from its heat and afflictions,
And relieves us from the Greeks,