1. O calamities of fate, come and go,
Stay awhile or leave, I don’t know,

2. You have struck me a blow, I can’t forego,
With every grave and momentous woe,

3. And every burden, heavy in its flow.
First I lost the Prophet, peace to his soul,

4. Then the pure and saintly virgin whole,
And the father who reached his virtuous goal,

5. And the noble brother of glory untold,
And the house of meaning and revelation told.

6. Even Gabriel failed in his rule,
To protect me from harm and be my tool,

7. You today have no mercy or respite to uphold,
But the Merciful is enough for me to console.