1. Do you cry for this death or do you know
Of a station that remains and in it the congenial one

2. It is as if you were buried in the grave and soil
Thus you meet what he met and in it the storytellers

3. I see that death has destroyed the centuries that passed
So neither an intimate remained, nor did a dear one remain

4. It is as if the youth had not sung in the melody for an hour
When one day shrouds were wrapped around him

5. And a group stood over him wailing him
One bidding farewell crying and another calling

6. And he was dumped in a hated grave, his settlement
And curdled milk containers are tied upon it

7. The wealth missed the owner of the grave and soil
With what the glances dripping upon it, have shed

8. And none who fears the resurrection and hell is safe
But saddened, anguished at heart, apprehensive

9. When the mention of death agonizes his heart
And provokes sorrows, sins, storytellers

10. And I know beyond guessing that none can convey
The wonders that he meets from people, the describer