1. When fate returned me in grief
Though I was firm against its events seeking refuge

2. I neither weaken when misfortune suddenly befalls me
Nor soften when its bitterness intoxicates me

3. I show it a lion, difficult to tame
When it provokes me, not submitting to calamities

4. Until it threw at me what if thrown
At the full moon would not meet or rise

5. With a grave calamity of the blows of fate
It stopped me in a stance where I found solace in tears

6. Distracted and confused, I do not cease wailing
From a separation that bequeathed me anxiety and turmoil

7. When the arrow of death sped straight
At my people and did not shoot from a bow or pull a string

8. It returned me while the meadows of intimacy are empty
In them I pour tears that rarely fall

9. My eyes freely weep in pain
With flooding tears that wash away the agony of grief

10. A side that turned indifferent after they appeared
Cruel and after they quenched its tears forcibly

11. An onlooker, after his loved ones turned away
Who did not taste sleep or rest from sorrow

12. I knew him when the days of union lasted
Naïve, unaware of afflictions or tears

13. Today tears flow from burning
Oh how I wish for those days to return

14. He cries over the abode, can a withering brother
Be healed by tears flooding its expanses forcibly?

15. It was as if that life was but a single year
I saw it before the raven of separation landed

16. The raven cawed at its dwellers, so they hastily
Marched towards death, a procession towards it

17. As if none lived among the people but them
People who respond when the caller of death calls

18. I wonder at myself and my heart after they left
Neither dying after them, nor breaking from distress

19. Is this my heart that I see exceeded its cruelty
As if I had not made it accustomed to affection

20. Why does it not shatter from grief after the separation
Until pieces of its horrors trickle down?

21. Every day I see in the soil a place to recline
For those I love and in the graves a resting place

22. What can I give them when I see them
Motionless, and did not show compassion or grief?

23. Crying, no matter how much, does not satisfy me
Known by loss and sadness, none can be satisfied

24. I stayed up remembering what befell me anxious
Until the night companion said my heart was stung

25. My fate had accustomed me, whenever I stumble
To quickly raise me up by giving me a side to lean on

26. How it turned away its kindness angrily
As if it never saw my grief or heard it

27. Oh who would empathize, how many men like me
Endure his sorrows and pain?

28. A jester who tasted the essence of loss, desperately sad like me
Drank from it the cups of trial and testing to the dregs

29. Were it not for them, I would have killed myself from passion
For you, or blamed the firm mountain side

30. Your grave is watered from my shedding eyes
As if the drops refrain from pouring forth exertion

31. My tears in watering its soil are useful
It watered your time, while the living forgot and pastured

32. Tears overflow as my insides tremble
When the doves upon the branches fell asleep

33. I have fulfilled what the leaves called out in their art
Nor did the lightning of rain glitter or light up

34. Except I recalled a time when we were united
While fate did not ignite separation or kinship

35. Can I hope for a passed life whose departure elapsed?
After the loved ones left, will it return?

36. Alas! Only grief remains after them
Increasing my abundant worries each time it widens