1. O Max, your life is shameful,
And death is a cup passing around,

2. And time is a day and a day,
And life keeps changing,

3. And living is a flower of spring,
Short lived is the freshness.

4. When old age comes,
All profit is loss.

5. O Max, tell me true,
Have they sealed you with stones?

6. And kept you away for long
Like a shining lighthouse,

7. Away from the whiteness of India,
The canopy and the jars.

8. Were you not my homeland,
In every sense of the word?

9. So how many battles did you witness?
And how many times did the cave redden?

10. And how many times did you wear a cross,
On the forehead like a badge?

11. And how many wounded did you carry
Who then died under treatment?

12. O Max you lived purely,
And died like a spotless star,

13. No alley complained of you,
Nor did any neighborhood blame you.

14. You did not bite the sea,
Or threaten any neighbor.

15. Nor did you wear majestic attire
Full of deceit and immorality.

16. You lived at home for a lifetime,
And there is no rat in the home.

17. In India every poor person,
His fasting is piercing.

18. Your chosen path is hidden from him,
In the air.

19. When Ibn Sina deserted you,
And became infatuated with the car,

20. You fled from him and ran,
Like a spinning bee.

21. So you do not listen to the horn,
Nor to the flute.

22. And he degraded you,
Until he lost his dignity.

23. From that you carried a sorrow,
That melted your bitterness.

24. So you bravely committed suicide,
And suicide is courage.

25. You sent your head plummeting,
From a hill of peace.