1. A horseman of truth and a knight of loyalty,
He rides with purpose, every mount,

2. In his grasp, he cowers,
Every deaf brute, terrified,

3. Let the staff of line belong to whom bore
From line's staff in trials,

4. Justice is captured in friendship, nothing in his grasp,
Except a hollow tube,

5. A brother of sincerity and loyalty emerged,
No brother of his loyalty is a liar,

6. O son of Jacob, every thick-skinned one,
Is upon you in grief like Jacob's,

7. The afflictions of souls cannot be endured,
In you, nor the distressed like Job,

8. I sheathed my tears confessing,
That my tears are a defeated weapon,

9. And I stood praising my hands over ashes,
With a sword of love for you struck,

10. And Oh war if I lost, and Oh war,
If supplication of the war-ridden were useful,

11. An innovation of existence and a natal radiance,
I am busy with its sincerity in denial,

12. To extend the light of pure dispositions,
It is too glorious for origin and composition,

13. A light whose place of descent,
Flows from tears every confusion,

14. May God send you the purest nectar,
And abundant dripping of youth.