1. O You who when life grants and he reckons it
Stinginess, far from his nobility, he is generous

2. I gift you a glance, and from your blessings, how much have I taken
The like of me is like the one I gifted a request

3. But your slaves fear that it would be said to him
You have neither horses to gift nor money

4. Your acceptance is the greatest blessing upon me
With it from fate, honor and glory to me