1. Tears like fire rise from my ribs
This one washes away while that does not fade

2. And sorrow, when patience wrestles with its affliction
Patience runs out but sorrow does not

3. O you who blame me for grief, do not blame
For in some situations, grief is praised

4. Losing loved ones, one cannot be stoic
Is stoicism acceptable when souls are lost?

5. At first, I was patient with calamity
But patience refused my seared heart

6. I wonder at one stoic yet bereaved
Is his heart iron or frozen?

7. Such harshness I cannot call
Patience, as the wise and guided say

8. If it were so, he would not have wept
With anguish for their loss, blessed Ahmed

9. We cry with merciful tears like his
And say what satisfies God and brings bliss