1. Has your joy ever departed, Mansour
And you faced tribulations at night?

2. Are we not borrowed souls
That spirits and dawns pass through?

3. You cried and crying brought you calamity
That passed - solitary, without sisters -

4. As if amidst it you didn't know consolation
And no one else deliberately met with misfortunes

5. The laughing branded one watered the greatest pit
That decay in the grave and remains covered

6. I see the pleasure of life as declining cycles
That gather once and then disperse

7. The hopes folded their outstretched hands at the death of Malik
And recoiled from aspirations