1. My garb is not green, nor elegant, nor dark
And my food refuses any equal

2. So I ask the Creator, from His glory
For what He alone can make possible

3. A journey to death, and pardon when
I die, for the hereafter is my destination

4. And gentleness with the soul, while it resides
In a body where it once settled

5. I was like people, inclined to this
World which betrayed those who would rely on it