1. Seven have passed of the night's time, and woe to me,
Is there any of my stolen life left behind?

2. How much did I protect its essence with effort, yet it was plundered,
And how could it not be true, if you look closely and consider?

3. Truth and desire overcome me, bearing grief I cannot comprehend,
And of my loss, where is it heading?

4. Two opposites, whichever you want of a caller to indulgence,
In this confusion, one calls to nobility, another to disgrace,

5. A scattered state, so the mind is in disarray,
The body in disarray, the soul in disarray,

6. The eye looking in two directions, not roaming with me,
The heart in sorrow for what has passed,

7. We knew ourselves heading to God,
Then plunged after confessing,

8. Breaking covenants it had firmly made,
Lose a compact whose time is not yet up!

9. By God, if He does not save it, for it has arrived,
With a subtle gesture or kindness from Him hidden,

10. And does not find in mending it hastily,
Its affair will only end in ruin.