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