1. O masters, bless their origin and existence
My succor and deliverance in the events of my time

2. I continue to ask my Lord if He helps me
To thank you with the help of my years

3. Until I was blessed with a boy in his imagination
Eloquence that dwelt in a beautiful sight

4. So take him from me to you today as an offering
A slave yet he is a slave without price

5. I nurtured him yet my hand is empty so I grieved
Oh, would that he had not been born nor had I been

6. If the Holy Spirit does not succor him through you, Father
Isa with sustenance, he will die of lack of milk

7. As his mother found no food nor filled
Her belly with anything ever except some of my water