“O, Ḥanna, take me back to my country.”
The gun appears, but the lion appears not;
Lo, the strap of the gun is damp with mist.
The gun appears, but the lion comes not;
Lo, the strap of the gun is dripping with mist.
(At the time of the burial)
O my sorrow, there are his people;
Early were they at the burial place.
Early rose the sexton for the burial,
And the ḥarîm is soiled with dust.