Islah [English translation]

[Verse 1: Muşta]

When darkness falls, you'll have nowhere to run to.

When death comes and stares you in the eyes, sun won't rise again.

Anyone who is going insane will go insane, anyone unsteady will change.

People develop: they fight, they make love, they breed; they won't produce anything,

they'll eat you alive.

They wear newest stuff, they drink, they travel and pollute everywhere, the ones supporting the governance.

If they stare, fight and harass, they believe in a different god.

I swear I came this far by falling and getting back up, by drowning and floating, I scraped my way through.

I have some little sins, please forgive me God.

I painted the walls of my cell black, come here.

O the son of Adam, you can't escape your sins,

they don't know that, they can't see ahead.

You live like you'll never die like the fickle satan.

Crispy fate- funny.

They live without a spine, they get arrogant like ibn Muljam (al-Murādiyy) who stabbed Imam Ali on his back.

[Nakarat: Muşta]

Dear Allah please help me,

these people are about to drive me crazy.

Either take me to Your kingdom or convict me,

these people are slaying their brothers.

Dear Allah, please correct me,

these people got used to telling lies.

Either take me to You or destroy me,

these people are breaking the order.

[Verse 2: Şehinşah]

I'm a tired creation, I'm routed.

Finally I ended up in a jail.

Spaces lead to endless yard.

Difficult conditions- I'm sick of this game Muşta.

I don't have any fear- I sank in crime.

I'm in debt, I'm even embarassed from birds and dogs.

I take a tour around the ward along with my depression- my amulet saves me from destruction- pray.

What is God's plan about me?

Heaven or hell?

Are we destined to be on the run?

My everything's so messed up.

I beg You, at least You come, rush to my help

My map is my world.

Humanity went off their heads!

Humanity confused who their god is, this is not a good sign at all.

I'm looking for natural randomness, a magnificent idleness.

I live on one of the stars among millions of stars.

All I have is my skill.

My name can be barely read, I stink, ugh!

I'm fading, even my dreams are full of negativity.

Sometimes my self fulfilling prophecy checks on me.

I can't, I have no courage to do anything.

Eeeey!

[Nakarat: Muşta]

Dear Allah please help me,

these people are about to drive me crazy.

Either take me to Your kingdom or convict me,

these people are slaying their brothers.

Dear Allah, please correct me,

these people got used to telling lies.

Either take me to You or destroy me,

these people are breaking the order.