1. O Asalma, O you who dwell among the ruins
And though my eyes rained tears on the sands

2. Will the tears of my weeping eyes return
The nights the tribe camped on the bare plateau

3. It was as if time itself camped with the tribe
Wounding Tirmiz, which knew no such times

4. We did not sing our best songs in its days
A nation whose bonds were harmony

5. If I say "Forget" the memory of revered names
My heart's passion for loving them disobeys me