1. O master, though penniless, his honor remains intact,
His generosity abounds wherever he may roam,

2. I once had a Zanji maid, so very patient,
In my poverty and in my prosperity stayed near,

3. By her Roman children, as though fountains flowed,
Clustered between her arms throughout the long night,

4. Sheltering them, the most caring of God's creations,
I pulled them away, but they kept clinging tight,

5. My misery grew, yet her pale skin did rescue me,
Or her dark sister's, from the one who brings harm.