I spent my precious life in hope, alas:
That every desire of my heart will be fulfilled.
My wishes were realised, but to what profit? Since
There is no hope that my past life will return.
The hand of fate has struck the drum of departure.
O my two eyes, bid farewell to head.
O palm, forearm, and arm of my hand,
All take leave from each other.
Death, foe of my desires, has fallen on me
For the last time, O friends. Pass near me..
My life has elapsed in ignorance.
I have done nothing, be on your guard.