1. Oh you whose glory is the glory of religion, learn that
Neither patience from you nor tranquility are of my nature

2. Nor that after my distance from you I am happy
With life - indeed with it I am not to be denied misery

3. Oh my heart that yearning makes restless
To meet you - what solace have I found?

4. With an eye whose lids grief has wounded
Drowning in tears of anguish for you

5. And after what is in me, my caring threatens me
With the bitterness of your opinion and disapproval

6. And that your heart is now covered with clouds of
Coldness and darkness towards me like night

7. And they compete with me over your good opinion
Until I have become lost in the evil of doubt

8. By them the yearnings of my passion for you are opposed
And I sigh from a burning thirst that has no relief

9. Is it not enough for them the intention of my house and your
Absence from my eye and the separation from the friends of my honest youth?

10. And that I face alone every day the fury
Of a vicious battle, violent and intense

11. I enter the fray alone, without my family, while they
When horses plunge into the thick of the fight,

12. They are the warriors and boys obedient
And the firm-faced honorable men

13. And my position with you cannot be elevated by the slanderers
Nor changed by my foolishness or my wisdom

14. But an accusation came and my chest narrowed because of it
And had it been about another it would not have pained me

15. I denied it then suspicions whispered to me that
Time is not to be trusted so do not have certainty

16. How it has choked me with what has passed through it
And soured the coolness of the chain with heat

17. Fear is expected from one I thought secure
Who might bite the hand gently outstretched

18. So I said what is it to me to conceal what troubles me
With doubts like the actions of an enraged madman

19. I cry out to the echo of my voice and the place of my pain
Where I cannot bear the burden, however light

20. If what grew was false and I reckoned it true
With him is pardon for one who erred unknowingly

21. And if it was so, and I avoid his glory, his rebuke
Would melt me with the heat of anxiety like fire

22. He is the father whom one fears when displeased
And whose pardon one hopes for in times of anger

23. His rebuke meets my sins before my excuses
And the water of my face with him is guarded from being spilled

24. The days have not changed his opinion of me
Nor has the batting of an eyelash won my position with him