The Cry of One of the Boatmen on the Bloody Sea

Do no repent over being or not-being; to us neither the past is acceptable nor the present.

When after leaving the East and West we reached the door of Hell (it then);

Did not throw a flame of fire at Sadiq and Ja’afer; or threw a handful of its ash on us.

The Hell said the straw blades are worthier than you; I want to keep my flames cleans of infidels like you.

Then we reached the ‘sudden death’ on the other side of the sky.

The death said the life itself is one of my secrets; my responsibility is to cause death of body and protect the spirit (the body of a traitor is spiritless).

An evil spirit is not worth the two grains of barley; do you (Jaafar and Sadiq) seek death from me! Go away!

Death cannot do that; traitors spirit cannot have solitude even with the death.

O stormy wind! O river (full) of blood! O Earth! O blue sky!

O stars! O full moon! O sun! O Pen! O the Protected Holy Script! O Kitab (Qur’an)!

O Whiteman! O lords of the West! You who have conquered many lands without fighting a battle.

Tell us where can we find the patron of traitors.

Suddenly, a scaring thunder fell upon that split the desert and the sea into pieces.

Body limbs limped because of that; the rocks started falling on each other continuously.

Mountains started floating like clouds; the universe was turned upside down without blowing of Soor.

Because of the heat even lightening and the thunder started looking for refuge in the river of the blood.

Noisy waves started ragging and inundaunted the vallies and the mountains.

The stars watched all that happerned to being and not-being and passed by unconcerned.