1. I heard the caller's cry at his death
"At your service, at your service," from one who calls clearly

2. You were mourned by eyes whose torrents were frozen for him
Yet no tear falls from a grieving eye

3. And who will say few prayers for him
While people recite verses about him

4. If disasters strike you from the days
None will cry for you, neither world nor faith

5. O Munkar and Nakir, torment him, for he
Was seldom virtuous, accursed one

6. Away, dashed to pieces, with the one who destroys seed
Deformed of form, of devils' line