1. You have accepted for yourself her wrongs,
And have not wearied of loving her flaws.

2. You have made beautiful her ugliest deeds,
And made small her greatest mistakes.

3. How many paths of youthful folly,
Have you led them down with her fabrications.

4. And which temptations, temptations of passion,
Have you overlooked for her harm.

5. And which taboos have you not violated,
And which disgraces have you not visited upon her.

6. As if, verily, you hastened with your soul
To that, in one of her delusions.

7. And her wailers stood up mourning,
Collapsing with the clamor of their voices.

8. Do you not see that the creeping of nights
Steals your soul in its hours.

9. And this resurrection has verily drawn near,
To the two worlds in its appointed time.

10. And it has come with its scales,
And its terrors, and its splendors.

11. And we are in some of its conditions,
And its days, and its signs.

12. We have inclined toward the abode, the abode of delusion,
When it has captivated us with its pleasures.

13. So we do not heed its wonders,
Nor the changes of its states.

14. We vie in it while our days
Circle back to us with their harms.

15. Yet the living among them do not contemplate,
And take heed from the dead among them.