1. And saying, the generous died, so who do we have
So I said to her, my Lord, so stand by His door

2. For none but Him, O Hind, one day will rain us
When the times bite us with its fangs

3. And I said to her, whoever's destination is
Giving besides the Master, has missed the mark

4. So do not ask but God, for who dares
To ask a creature, it is not its place

5. When he who is hoped for dies, my destination is He
Who is God, none but His side hoped for

6. And the God of creation, our Creator who
They hope for, is eternal, so I take refuge in Him

7. And return, that we may travel from all people
For the nearest of them can harm one

8. And come, that away from them we may try isolation
And inhabit a towering mountain, no soul near but He