One was struck by the polo stick of the moon of Damghan

He struck until his cry rose like a drum

At night, he could not sleep from restlessness

A pious man passed by him and said

If at night you took your burning to the sheriff

You would not have carried the sin of his honor by day

No one will be ashamed on the Day of Judgment

Who at night brings the burning of the heart to the court

If you still have the head of peace, what fear?

The Generous One does not close the door to those who seek forgiveness

Ask from the Just Creator, the Judge

The night of repentance for the fault of the day of sin

The Generous One who brought you from nothingness to existence

It is no wonder if He takes your hand when you fall

If you are a servant, raise your hand in need

And if you are ashamed, shed tears of regret

No one has come to this door seeking forgiveness

Whose sin was not washed away by the flood of remorse

God does not destroy the honor of anyone

Who sheds many tears of sin