1. God keep you, O world, my bride
How many candles have you lit for me, candle after candle

2. Your deceit does not cease in Yemen or Syria
Dazzling with your hidden gleam

3. You have not delighted me since we met
Though you lauded me and raised my name

4. When my greatness was but vanity
For God is not wearied by my striving

5. And I did not ransom my soul with anything
So wonder at my flowing tears

6. At the loss of my senses—smell, taste,
Touch following my sight and hearing

7. I see realms in you though you persist
Clouds loomed, soon to pour down destruction