One night I slept with the intention of traveling

At dawn, I joined a caravan

A fierce wind and dust storm arose

That darkened the eyes of the world's people

On the road, there was a girl at home

She was dusting off her father with a veil

Her father said, 'O my beautiful face'

You have my love-stricken heart

Not so much dust settles in these eyes

That it cannot be cleaned with a veil

So many breezes will pass over this earth

That each particle of us will be carried away

Your proud breath, like an unruly steed

Will rush you to the slope of the grave

Sudden death will break your reins

You cannot regain the reins from the descent