1. In God's name unravel my liver, O my worries,
And sadden my heart with longing, O my sorrows,

2. Drench my body with grief, O my illness,
For after my soul, I do not want my body,

3. And after my shroud, I want my burial.
When my ordeal ended with destruction,

4. It mocked the silent mountains.
It expanded, so my endurance was too narrow for it.

5. It buried all my family despite me:
My brother, my sister, my father and my mother,

6. And how many others I do not name
Were a company like the Pleiades.

7. Their bones smelled sweet like musk.
I buried each one of them without knowledge,

8. In a gloomy, pitch-black wasteland,
At the bottom of a grave under a thousand spadefuls.

9. These were graves built for my destruction,
Constructed from nothing but my blood and flesh.

10. Sights - as you see - that blind me
And aim at the heart with every care,

11. This grave take my breath and that take my touch.
And after them I lived despite myself,

12. Due to my ill-fated, wretched destiny.
I was like a sword in loneliness, not an arrow in flight.

13. In Sufi ascetic poverty and bankruptcy.
After them my reason was lost and my wisdom.

14. Whereas I was once wealthy and prosperous,
In bounty and in copious luxury.

15. I neither cast them aside, nor was I cast aside.
I neither turned deaf to them, nor did they turn deaf to me.

16. They saw my love as inescapable destiny
And their fate, to end with my fate.

17. In troubles, they sought refuge in my name.
Not one of their deaths occurred to my imagination.

18. After them, my life had no taste.
So now my destitution and non-existence without them!

19. And my misguidance after losing my guiding stars!
And O sorrows that only grow!

20. And O tears that keep on flowing!
Too numerous for me to hide with my sleeve.

21. And O unjust times in judgment!
No wonder you are my judge and my adversary.

22. With what crime, what sin,
Have you wronged me, and how unjust is my injustice!

23. To God belongs my praise, to fate my blame.