1. Count time until its planet completes its orbit,
It used to shine through the stars and full moon.

2. It fulfilled its fate, so with it passed a beloved one,
Whose loss now squeezes the heart and its dwellings.

3. If that moon was but a child in its age,
It was greatest in destiny despite its youth.

4. It has the eye as a pasture wherever its form settled,
It has the heart as a burial ground without the soil of graves.

5. O planet, before which the planets seem
Feeble in worth when it surpassed in destiny.

6. O father, for whom time has lamented
Over its lost one, for the eclipse is to the full moon.

7. So do not doubt the malice of time as an enemy,
For you are pride and enmity is in pride.

8. You remained for kindness and stayed compensated
For the fortunate loser with intercession and pairs.