Let me return to past; let me recall tonight
With me cries, each corner and wall tonight

What let flowers to slit throat in my garden
Who has provoked the curse to fall tonight?

My screams have awoken people from Sleep
Separation to be mourned in rainfall tonight

He may be Abbas-ibn-Ali, collecting tears
Mourners have sighted him tall tonight

Mirza, your phone is ringing since evening
Who told you to deny her call tonight?