1. O succor of all who are undone by poverty
After God on the Throne, we depend on you

2. I complain to you that patience deserted me on feast day
Empty-handed, so turned away after that, my skin

3. So look upon those who have no lamb to offer
For the feast, O succor, straitened in this land

4. And submit it for them and for feasts renewed
By God, may their number not diminish for them

5. Time does not consume my wealth nor compensates
And poverty kills the likes of me without retribution

6. The darkness of my fortune does not last, your face to me
Is the sun whose mansion is the Lion

7. For you are kinder to me than I, more merciful than
A mother generous to her child in her embrace