1. Yesterday you were the goddess of all lovers,
Intoxicating kings, yet sober to us.

2. Once you smiled with such fortune,
So why have you become cheerless?

3. What has caused your gloominess, that
The symbol of beauty has become a sad one?

4. Sorrow has darkened the light in your eyes,
Which yesterday allure the beholders.

5. Where is that beauty? Where is the forehead
We have never seen like this before?

6. Are not these eyebrows symbols
That have remained secrets buried deep inside?

7. Lighten your steps today, so that walking
Does not become like dancing.

8. You were not used to any gait but coquetry,
Even passion you deceived with it.

9. Lighten your steps - in the sand lies a heart
That came back today, clay after your sin.

10. Do not wail for love - walk over it.
Passion is nothing but madness.

11. Do not wail if conscience one day
Speaks the words of the compassionate.

12. You have disgraced life after Ali,
So be shy today - do not disgrace death.

13. If immorality is from Ali, your immorality
Is far worse that you are doing.

14. You corrupted him when he was a lad,
Then made him one of the squanderers.

15. Remove the jewelry from yourself, and replace it
With shackles more deserving for the murderer.

16. This jewelry is from Ali's blood.
How can you still wear it and not be ashamed?

17. Do not wail, Margaret, for a voice
That is nothing but the voice of conscience.

18. And dance if you wish on soil
That embraces a heart and eyes of a lover.

19. Cast off your sorrow, for sorrow is cowardice.
How, killer of blood, can you harvest it?

20. In every case, sacrifice conscience,
And consider shedding blood in people as trivial.