Today there's this little pain in my chest,
I'm a little agonised, I'm a little depressed,
Today my mind faces unrest,
My hopes feel hopeless, I feel depressed,

Today there's a little grief in my heart,
If you good folks are willing to listen, come take a part,
And so my sorrowful tale I start,

Inflicted with cruelty,
I feel pain,
Hoping is insanity,
Praying is in vain,

There's a man who treads alone in the desert,
Feet swollen with burning hot sand,
He is lost in the vast, Yet he tries to remain pleasant,

For a good deed once done is worth a thousand prayers,
For the price of illusion are a thousands tears,

Yet he goes on and on,
Yet he still bears,

For worldly pleasure he no longer cares,
His feet do burn yet he never sneers,
A saint he is, wrapped in a hundred layers,

He does not look forward,
He looks towards the skies,
Where Allah, Jesus,the Almighty lies,

I pity his state for he does not pity himself,
For he is not looking for power and pelf,

A wreck, he walks, in torn clothes,
I pity him for he still keeps all of his hopes,

Not for a moment does his resolution break,
Not for a moment does his faith shake,

I pity him for the world is his foe,
He never reaps yet he always sows,

Ah! What a wonderful fool, I bow,
My head in respect for I'm low,

Looking at the skies, he has only soul and no bone,
Wandering in the desert, deserted, alone,

I pity him for he has no compensation,
I praise him for he has no compensation,
Ah! The fool still believes he will reach his destination.........