1. O you the singular wise minister and from whom
I hope for help when hope has abandoned me

2. And my companion and my position at the feast have kept me
From your help, though my state cannot be endured,

3. The aroma of sweet meadows has escaped me, so there is
No sunrise for the hopes I carry nor stars to guide

4. Live for the separated one whose praises are told when
Over the likes of this the camels are set loose.