1. O Lord, I have cast off my cloak of hope,
And dreamed I would find shelter for my shelterless self.

2. I called out behind the door, "O hearer of supplications!
Answer my plea and grant me the grace to obey you."

3. For you have closed the doors of your creation, my Master,
While your door remains open and I am not forbidden.

4. With outstretched arms and my hopes in my grasp.
So grant me acceptance from you and hear me in mercy,

5. And let not rejection from you be my recompense.
Perhaps your generous calling will favor my will,

6. And bring to fruition my hopes and defeat my foes.
To you, O God, I complain of the sickness of six letters,

7. And you are my doctor, find for it a cure.
For the "A", the "L", and the "D" that came before,

8. Along with the "N", the "W", and the "A" have made me ill.
I asked you for aid against the "R" and its brothers,

9. The "M" after supplication, and the "H" that came last.
Tell the "A" to desist from its hurtful ways,

10. And grant me, grant me the rank of the martyrs.
When it draws me to what I fear, and your Messenger

11. Can be my intercessor, I will attain my hopes.