1. No, by the Prince of the Faithful in Najaf
An elite who no oath-taker lingered among,

2. Never will I be, after a day between you,
With any of you - far from you be reneging.

3. I have tears that flow down the cheek of sorrow,
And ribs bent over sadness.

4. So if you doubt, then ask my tears,
For an ignorant one is not like one who knew.

5. My heart stood still from the heat of sadness
Since the day he rode off and did not stand still.

6. I wipe the tear from my cheek in despair
So my palm was dyed red from my tears.

7. You burdened me with my sin the day you bid me farewell
So the heart was entrusted with flame and anguish,

8. Return, that you may return life to my sorrow,
And that God may pardon you what is past.

9. Be generous to us with your letters for you
Repair through letters the loss from us.

10. Do not be miserly. Generosity is your way.
Your words in letters are pearls in oyster shells.