1. For your kindness I have a hand I will not waste
I will thank it with the thanks of meadows for rain’s hand

2. It endured the horrors of travel, nothing deters it
No terror nor a barren desert’s loneliness frightens it

3. In a land where caravans lose their way on its expanses
Though their guide there is the mud-colored gazelle

4. God has granted days spent in your company
And the noon of youth—how excellent that noon!

5. So my remaining days with you are seasons
And all my nights with you are the Night of Power