1. My life leads to adversity and weakness
And my profession, for my God, is the noblest of professions

2. It is free from the harm of an unrighteous mother
And makes light of difficulties in its sanctuaries

3. We are but guests of time, it offers us no home
Except death, while we now live in yearning

4. And I have refused, disdaining, for my rebelling soul
Every refusal, though I stand hostage in it

5. God knows the unseen, I do not try to fathom it
From astrologers, nor do I seek it in soothsayers