ای بخورده خون من هفتاد سال ** ای ز تو رویم سیه پیش کمال‌‌

O thou that hast drunk my blood for seventy years, O thou because of whom my face is black (disgraced) before (the Divine) perfection!

ای خدای با عطای با وفا ** رحم کن بر عمر رفته در جفا

Have mercy, O bounteous God who keepest faith, on a life passed in iniquity!

داد حق عمری که هر روزی از آن ** کس نداند قیمت آن در جهان‌‌ 2190

God gave (me) a life, the value of every single day whereof none in the world can know.

خرج کردم عمر خود را دم‌‌به‌‌دم ** در دمیدم جمله را در زیر و بم‌‌

I have spent my life, breath by breath: I have breathed it all away in treble and bass.

آه کز یاد ره و پرده‌‌ی عراق ** رفت از یادم دم تلخ فراق‌‌

Ah me, that in minding the (musical) mode and rhythm of ‘Iráq the bitter moment of parting (from this world) went out of my mind (was forgotten).

وای کز تری زیر افکند خرد ** خشک شد کشت دل من دل بمرد

Alas that from the liquid freshness of the minor zírafgand the seed sown in my heart dried up, and my heart died.

وای کز آواز این بیست و چهار ** کاروان بگذشت و بی‌‌گه شد نهار

Alas that from (my preoccupation with) the sound of these four-and-twenty (melodies) the caravan passed and the day grew late.”

ای خدا فریاد زین فریادخواه ** داد خواهم نه ز کس زین داد خواه‌‌ 2195

O God, help (me) against this (self of mine) that is seeking help (from Thee): I seek justice (redress) from no one (else, but only) from this justice-seeking (self).

داد خود از کس نیابم جز مگر ** ز آن که او از من به من نزدیکتر

I shall not get justice for myself from any one except, surely, from Him who is nearer to me than I;

کاین منی از وی رسد دم دم مرا ** پس و را بینم چو این شد کم مرا

For this “I-hood” comes to me from Him moment by moment: therefore when this has failed me, I see (only) Him,