1. The soul's gift from the pain of sins
A frail body moaning in lament

2. Kept awake through the long nights
Until it became like a rod

3. Fear changed its hue intensely
From the length of its torment

4. It cries imploring, my God
Lighten my stumbling, hide my flaws

5. I fled to creation, seeking aid
But found no answerer among creatures

6. Yet You answer those who call You Lord
And relieve Your servant’s harm, my Beloved

7. My malady is inward; Your healing ready
And who has a cure like Yours, my Healer