1. My woes for you, O world, and my woes for me!
You destroyed the beloved, yet felt no remorse.

2. You lured us with the ropes of death's snares
Through the threads that wit spun as ropes.

3. And four who found joy in every living soul
Were struck down by the arrows of fate.

4. Aisha's charm, Nahezh's grace,
A corpse's pallor, veins bursting their dams.

5. Like embers, a lamp in the night,
A loved one's water, a mountain goat's cure.

6. If doves nest on every land,
Then distant are meadows and mountains.

7. And if a people's affection has gone from them,
No friends can bring affection again.