1. O son of the generous feeders when they are munificent
In every predicament and biting cold

2. The protectors when souls take flight
Between the swords and the shaking commotion

3. Who told the tender woman that your abode
Is a sanctuary and you a refuge for the frightened

4. She sacrificed herself to you when her demise drew near
So you revived her with your renewed subsistence

5. And if she were to be gifted with money she would recoil
From your comfort with redoubled folds

6. She came to Solomon of time with her complaint
While death brandishes from the wings of the snatcher

7. An old man whom poverty has worn down until his shadow
Runs by his side with a desolate heart