1. O my Master, your promise is fulfillment
In you is hope for the free

2. Your presence is rain for its seekers
The sea and the Nile seem small next to it

3. Your nobility is guarded and protected
What you own is given to the people

4. And your most loyal servant, my Master
Lies slain by the sword of poverty

5. You made a promise, days have passed
Long days

6. The best charity, though small
Is to give promptly despite the small amount