He came to me while I was in the middle of my neighborhood and my people... Someone paralyzed me like he plucks people
From me, a soul is lifted that removes the tragedies... it complains of the days of misery, it complains of despair.
The effect of pain in the intoxication of death is harsh... I have never experienced anything like it, and I am a sensitive person
They brought a white shroud that was my size... and wrapped the mummified body and head in it
They prayed for me, all of them in distress... my quarter, and with them people of all races
How come we are the crown of my head... and my beloved mother, what is wrong with her in despair?
I hear the echo of a voice shaking Al-Rawasi... Tell her not to hit the cheek, people
Tell her it's true and she drank my cup... Don't burn everyone who wants to drink the cup
I became in my grave with a comforting father... and I hear the sound of their bellowing on the Day of Tundas
From the day they stood, my garment was bound... and upon the response of the spirit, a voice with bells
A strange skeleton said, “Why forget?” His voice was terrible, and behind him were two guards
He stood up and said, “If you are someone I forget... these are your works, which must be submitted in a booklet.”
When I saw him, my hair stood on end...and my nerves collapsed and I couldn't breathe
They put me in the casket and I was consoled...on it, and a garment was covered over my body
