What blame should be on one who smells Ahmad's soil? That he shall never smell any precious person at all. Kilometers have been poured on me like waters boil. Where they poured on days they would become knights in the shade of Muhammad I enjoyed all protection. And he was my beauty and I feared no oppression. But now I surrender to the lowly and fear I'm done, injustice, pushing my oppressor with only my gown. So if a dove cries during its night fullon out of grief on its twig I cry in my mourn so I shall after you let grief be a companion for me and my tears that mourn you my cover they shall be.