1. They blamed me when I climbed the nights
And lit the hopes as they are

2. And how long did I know its udder
And how much anxiety until I was satisfied

3. We praised you, O God, to comfort His grace
A lot and we increased congratulations there

4. And by God, tell me after all this luck
Do I congratulate my effort or console the enemies

5. They saw the branch bearing fruit from your planting
And there was nothing planted for them that turned desolate

6. So the poisons of their fiery glances blew
To it, and God was its protector then

7. May God protect your son from every envious person
And God does not let wither what He was preserving

8. And you are still the crown of the gnostics to the supreme
As you wished or as your efforts ascended

9. And no wind blew what you planted
Nor did separation crack what you were building