1. O mother, do not grieve for what befalls us
Of tribulations, nor lament what is past

2. Fates run their course in us, the Judge's rule is just
And God apportions livelihood and sustenance

3. Each tightness moves toward relief
Ease has a time like hardship's time

4. Lost is he who hopes to delay his fate
He died like Ishmael's ram, he died