What's left for me?

What is my stay, what is my crying, what is my patience?

What is my coming, what is my misery, what is my sitting?

If I were a poet today

Why did you leave my heart in aversion?

Why did worries come one after the other upon me

And make me a guiding spirit?

Oh Lord, make my mission easy for me

And let me fight a war to ascend

And ascend to the paradise of eternity

Spare us the evil of soldiers

And have mercy on us, oh Lord

And let us begin with steadfastness

Oh my brothers, are you not tired of sitting

And we are raped and you are averse to us?

Have you left our land

And declared it your appointment

So when will I reach eternity?

And tear the chains like a wolf.