1. How can it be, when neither home is near her,
Nor you, till end of time, have patience for her?

2. Explain to me, for time's intention is revealed -
Have you any power but grief and sorrow?

3. Yes, for the heart to leave its resting place,
Beating, as tears in torrents pour their flood,

4. And I might live again when Salma's ill,
With blamer for loving Salma, and reproacher.

5. O servants of God, this is your brother,
Slain - is there among you today an avenger?