1. My Lord, spare me the regret of remorse in the future, for I am one who is inclined to regret.
Injustice is in a glowing ember, so if the draught of water were offered, it would not be mixed with my blood.

2. And there was no weakness in our clouds, nor ailment for us, nor loss.
Your pardon is for the soul while it is able, though its body is like vanishing dust to the feet.

3. The eye does not distinguish when it sees Him—what is between a palm that is distinct from a foot.
And the King within us is the one poor for what is incumbent upon Him from the service of servants.

4. One servant suffices You and a thousand do not satisfy him if he lasts while they do not last.
And how can good fortune be hoped for in a time whose ease returns to nonexistence?