1. Marvel when you hear the bells' voices
From the monastery's side in the night's darkness

2. And descend into John's courtyard and his friend
Thomas, Luke, and Mark, then Kerkis

3. Asking about the pure, refined color
That people have freed in the churches

4. Time has passed over it, so it tells
What was with Adam first, and Iblees

5. You see the monks fallen in awe of it
When it appears between deacon and priest

6. The Gospels are recited honoring it
When you attend with the noblest glorification and sanctification

7. It is refined and delicate, so it is of pure frankincense
Excelling in description, without fault or stain

8. It has tales that it relates when mixed
In its cup, about Solomon and Balqis

9. If the doe of the flock tasted it rinsed
She would fear her spotted, despised mate

10. The monastery's Christians hurry with it at night's first darkness
Sneaking to youths like wandering stars

11. So turn away the turns of fate's sermons with it, seizing
What remains of sun with those candlesticks

12. And beware the monastery's stingy sexton
With the cup of alcohol, though empty of purse