Dust is my bed Embracing me, and is my cover.
The sands are around me.
Engulfing me from all directions.
And the tomb recounts the story of the darkness of my calamity.
And the light has destined that my pleasure is in meeting

Where is the kindness of the kin?
They relinquished fidelity.

Where are the scores of friends they dispensed with my brotherhood?
Where is the bliss of the money? I left it behind
And where is the glory of fame?
And compliments?
That