1. Tears flow for what is missed, pouring down,
Neither the cup nor the goblet can contain my worries,

2. We are wolves, our company extends,
Not lions, and clothes fully covering,

3. People vary, fate has flowed through them,
When flood tide rises, dam cannot contain it,

4. My world is in folly and betrayal,
Its scholar is with suspicions, conjecturing,

5. God has written scrolls for demise,
Spots for them appeared, and dots,

6. So, O clouds of death, unload on us,
Is there any other resolution of time for you?

7. Interaction from you between us is continual,
And in it increased downpour and concentration.

8. How many blackened faced ones have veils before them,
On them the invasive guest aggressive and critical,

9. And the century recoiled from its knights,
And death's doubt has no restraint,

10. Those are the lands of vegetation not watered,
And the cloud over the sands pouring.