1. My Master, your promise has exceeded its time
And the free man fulfills his promise on time

2. So have mercy on a cursed slave, destitute
Who tells of events in his deprivation

3. He ate bread for a year from his baker
And denied bread with procrastination to his fattener

4. The rain from his eyelids, the lightning from
His branches, and the thunder from his tremors

5. I remain bound in poverty's shackles
And remain bound with praise in his register

6. I have in you poetry, if I praised tendencies with it
It would crave and seat me on his balcony

7. And an idol, if the young man greeted it with him
Would take alabaster from its maker

8. So favor me, none but Him, for I
Have come to fear only its loss

9. Your promise does not cease, overflowing
Watering the gardens of sincerity from its springs

10. And I remained happy, slaughtering generosity
With it, while the years usurped its lambs