1. If only there were in the house a respected elder
Guardian of truth, whose company would bring comfort

2. Then you would have dwelled, my dear, in a spacious abode
And not been shackled by chains and guards

3. And not been led to bliss by the rude hands
Of those whose friendship has vanished like mirage

4. Have patience, my dear, for death by treachery
Is but a passage to the Gardens of Heavenly bliss

5. They lured you by deceit, themselves steeped in dishonor
While you are wronged, imprisoned in this house