1. Few in the world are like me,
Precious to be honored amid disgrace.

2. To whom shall I look after me,
And who was before me from before?

3. So in my separation is my binding,
And in my connection is my severance.

4. All my parts are wholes
Of what appears from the Totality.

5. And in the cup's dispersion
Is for me the whole's collection.