Your sorrow sought the soul, your devoted ones have departed

In your path, they used to seek the head, the wayfarers have gone

Your fickleness defeated, the night of waiting has passed

My patience has turned away, my companions in grief have left

No question of reunion, no expression of sorrow, no tales, no complaints

In your era, all the options for my wretched heart have gone

These were the ones whose attire bore the ink of the way

These were the scars that adorned us, we have left the gathering of friends

The madness of the face of loyalty is no more; what will you do with this rope, this gallows?

Those who were proud of the crime of love have departed