1. O my heart, windows have become rent asunder
And o my regret, what has seeped into my heart?

2. I swear the lids of my eyes are not awnings
Swaying with the wind, crouching atop my dome

3. As if they'd sip it, if only they were able
When its ships repeat their way back the same way

4. With more pain than the day when their burdens were lifted
And the first of the riders emerged from the pass

5. I have found all affairs' endings
Except for parting from loved ones, dire in tribulations