1. Oh, would that I could bear what troubles you,
Though I suffer the harm and you reap the reward.

2. By God, were it not for you, hope would not blame,
Neither complainer nor time would be silent.

3. May no harm touch you that pains, for only
Your radiant visage wards off harm.

4. With sickness you increased nothing but beauty,
As the full moon gains but splendor in its waxing.

5. So fear not what makes endurance bitter,
As though enjoying bounty that requires thanksgiving.

6. Your due right has not failed of prayer, nor has
The full moon risen but in your weight and measure.