1. And you killed my heart when you hurt me.

    And stabbed me, O my oppressor, in the flank.

  2. You left me pain and a deep wound,

    and made me drink the bitterness of treacherous life.

  3. Had your offense been fleeting, I would have forgiven it

    and concealed it, that I might gain the Hereafter.

  4. ،

    But an injustice that stirs my anguish—

    and my tears—I could never forgive it.

  5. A wound upon my heart—can it forgive an oppressor?

    For injustice remains deeply embedded in memory.

  6. I shall pour out all my anguish to the All-Merciful,

    and defer my grievance until the Day of the Hereafter.

Sol 5.6