1. I entrust to God their crescent moon
To whom, were the moons to go astray, the moons would turn

2. I have a pillow, and the emigrants have an abode
So the night is shared between me and them

3. In what way will people see me alive after them
Alas, alas if I say after them

4. I weep for him whose power by the crown has passed
When people weep for those brought down

5. More burdensome for me that their homes are desolate
In them worries cease or ambitions weep

6. My tears' flow is never without meaning
Except that the outpouring of my blood in their flow is a flag

7. If through you the house of glory for fate is demolished
Then my house of elegy will not be demolished

8. A purpose of abandoned generosity I have gained
And in eulogizing those whose generosity cannot be hoped for

9. Your due would have been, had I resoluteness,
That the sword, not the pen, bring victory