1. I have suffered long, and those who would return have failed me
My pains grow yet the cure has gone from me

2. And my soul is wearied of hoping
If this be not death, then it is the brother of death that possesses me

3. O people of the Prophet's house, o Hashim's line
Restore me or else replace where I recline

4. A folk that wounds while asking his grace of him
When such sore travails my body confine