1. Enough with blame when my tears flow copiously,
Crying is right on the morning of Eid, it is obligatory,

2. Whoever feels happy during the festivals,
I have abandoned intimacy and cheerfulness,

3. If you say no, you said about this Eid be happy,
Yet my words to you remain combative,

4. He who returns with harm and sorrows,
Only to gather from them what dispersed,

5. It did not suffice what we suffer today of pain,
Until it relieved upon us what was remote,

6. What does it celebrate for nations,
That lost glory, supremacy, and pedigree?