1. I was created patient in the face of misfortunes
Thankful to the Overseer in every state

2. If my fortune sleeps in seeking glory on earth
My eyes have not ceased to stay awake for glory

3. And my family, though they are bosoms of those who forbid
I desire in life only tombs

4. The days do me wrong until it is as though
After trials, they see me enduring

5. So I have not ceased, O Mansur, to comfort the loneliness of
The sick man when evening finds him confused by illness