1. Alas! Who will convey from me to the tyrannical one,
You have surely been cast into blazing hellfire,

2. You wish for misguidance from afar,
And you swear if you could along with vows,

3. Your wishes are far-fetched dreams,
And the words of unbelief return in vain conceit,

4. So the stab of the vigilant one has met you,
The generous one of the house, not one of immorality,

5. He has abundant merit over the living altogether,
When the calamities of matters turn about.