1. Shall I turn away from my purpose though youth has departed,
And I have stood on the verge of my short life?

2. I see the tears of the eyes withholding their water,
As if prior to this the clouds poured in torrents.

3. I think this is a lesson presented to it
By hardness of heart resembling flintstone.

4. The long period of weeping has availed me little,
Though weeping may benefit the grief-stricken one.

5. Sins do not settle in an abode
Save to make it a barren desert.

6. Had I doctored its chronic ill
With ointments of piety, it would have recovered.

7. I would have purified its turbid spring with its mud,
And washed the heart's filth in the fountain of purity.

8. I would have defeated its raging folly with repentance,
And quenched from remorse over it a flaming thirst.

9. I would have abandoned a world that remains ever perfidious
To those hoping for fidelity from it.

10. Calamity has crushed them and their homes -
May God pardon them and their homes.

11. And there is fear for them from their Lord
On the Day of Requital - unless He pardons.

12. Truly when a noble one desires a goal,
He reaches his destination and casts off delinquency.

13. Great is the difference between one preparing for his return
Forever, and one who continues to procrastinate.

14. I called You insistently to deliver me
From what I fear, so do not reject the insistent supplicant.