On this prayer rug
Spilled my last night's rest
In my silence shaken
Behind me put it
A stack of white cloth over the prayer rug
Hope there is an air can greet him
Seirama shines your name
Always my hobbies Cultivate my every prayer
Until it gets dark again
In a third of the night
Still unraveling behind me
Without water dripping ablution
Still dry again
Between this prostration
I am the guide of the soul
Welcome every wish
Together in one prostration
