I am unfair to you, my soul

Injustice is darkness on the Day of Judgment

O injustice upon my soul, intensify

And make my days a painful sadness

And make my years a memory that is revealed

And the blackness of the night extended

O sadness that settled in my heart and rose

Make the pulse of the poem inside me tell

Memories hovered in your injustice built

Memories made on me a sadness that runs out

Everything is on fire, so where is the return?

The breeze blew on me, so who can tell it?

The tongues of fire flared up, so where are you, Mada?

Will you not find your way to me and forget your sadness?

Your pain in life, O Lord, has become frightening

And the soul tasted darkness and was not revealed

The scourge of the years has struck despair

The ship of life sails in a valley of the strongest guards

So what is wrong with you, O soul, do you not know that injustice makes me miserable?

And life is adorned with the colors of spring

Butterflies gathered and landed on my hand

Oh butterflies fly with the cliff

For you are good at prose and poetry

Come my little girl, be pious

For my actions are defiled by sadness

And injustice has overcome me

And my life has become stories that are told

Oh time, I ask you to stop oppressing me

And you are independent, you are independent from me

My life has returned to the world

So how long will the stories of my soul be told?

Memories burn with the burning soul

So how long will this injustice continue like fire?

It burns my psychological system

And makes me underground

And once again my tears flow from my eyes

And my clouds move

And they ask me a question: Where is the meeting place?

Oh cloud, do not rain on me

And do not rush, oh sadness, and make me miserable

For sadness is the well of annihilation