1. Oh how my heart burns for the majesty now gone
My hopes are dashed, my praises wasted

2. Did I intend by it the sanctity I revered?
Yet you did not revere the sanctity of a promise to Saad

3. And you slipped into the ravine of our elder
Like refuse thrown from atop a palace

4. My poetry, love and thoughts are lost
And it does not benefit me to sing of passion

5. I will pour out my tears on his grave
For I was not one who exchanged praise for a cup

6. And how many dead have walked among people
As leaders, though more fitting for them is the inside of a grave

7. And the waste of free principles
Or selling them is not to be rewarded with forgiveness