1. I see every mother's tears flow without delay
Yet no mother of sorrow weeps as she did when her tears flowed

2. It is the soul that yearns for spaciousness in every abode
So how must it feel when its grave on earth grows narrow?

3. The last covenant between me and my people was the day
When the Saffron's coarseness caused me to dislike its petals

4. Can one who is withered hope for the greenness of garments
When their inner dust has shredded and torn their stitches?

5. Much news has reached me, its sorrows manifold,
With ways to people too painful for them to bear

6. Beneath it bows the obstinacy of Christians and refuge of Magi
And the judges of Jews and their priests

7. And they wrote down false narratives in books
Truly their pages and ink have been lost

8. The sects differed over the legacy of decay
And that is an ocean whose limits cannot be known

9. And it was said people's souls have the power to act
While others said: "Nay, their compulsion is manifest"

10. Had our bodies been made of solid rock
Scant would be their patience toward the strikes of calamity

11. A wounded month comes to you after its sickness
And its lyre after the death-rattle and its burial shroud

12. No protected soul in the fray could contain
Garb for which predators feel its rough cloth

13. Or the reaper, harvest-ready, its weave
With a throat that silenced eloquent tongues

14. When a body is entrusted to it and exposed
To hyenas' eggs, no sword can rend its stitches

15. The Banu Wabr and the Banu Babr were annihilated, yet no dear one
Nor eminent man remained whose kin would protect them

16. A man called Hizabr was named so auspiciously
Yet none of his nights remain during which he was named thus

17. Mishaps inflicted spirits with incurable wounds
Beyond what any healer in the land could suture

18. I have sustenance, so let the lucky enjoy Sirhind
With pearls or abundant gifts of musk