1. O merchants of the age, is there among you
One who sells solace for my grief?

2. If one of you shows me such a man
I will reward him as he wishes

3. For there are people suffering in life
Melted by troubles night and day

4. Seeing them, one thinks they are drunk with sorrow
And weeps for them out of mercy and loyalty

5. If people's hearts obeyed my will
I would replace their sorrow with joy

6. If every teary eye obeyed me
No grieving souls would cry

7. And I would cure Ibrahim of what afflicted him
And overwhelmed him until he finds healing

8. Your tragedy, Ismail, shook a towering man
And made a firm mountain tremble and worsen

9. And destroyed great hopes that,
Despite your wretched kin, turned to dust

10. Alas, the world is but dust, and its people
Are dust, and does dust cry for dust?

11. Your tragedy, Ismail, destroyed a family
That modesty forced to show noble patience

12. And truncated great hopes that were as if
They would for eternity raise your banner

13. On your rain-drenched grave, I bid you farewell
For it embraced a blooming, noble youth