O Miir so loudly, if you continue to weep, how will your neighbour be able to stay asleep. Such a lamenter I am who's about to die, from whom each year clouds will continue to cry. Preacher I am won't to weep, time and again, till when will you keep wiping tears of my pain. O weeping, do you not heave eyes, tell me pray, till when will you keep drowning the word this way. My heart has produced a wailing so intense, even the clanging bell now will lose all sense. You may berate my rival as much you choose, don't blame me for the outcome, if me too you abuse. Miir you've wept enough, wipe tears from your brow, how long will you keep stringing pearls do let me know.