My heart is not happy, in this barren city
Who has ever felt fulfilled, in this mortal world

Please tell my wishes to go away somewhere else
There is not enough room for them in my sorrowful heart

I had requested for a long life of four days
Two were spent in praying/wishing and two were spent in waiting

How ill-fated Zafar is! For his own burial
He couldn't even get two yards of earth in land of the beloved.