1. My Master, I complain to You of an illness
That has made my heart sick and distressed.

2. If Your pleasure with me does not heal it,
I know not what healer can give it rest.

3. Your displeasure has increased my sickness.
Send me then Your pleasure as a cure,

4. And forgive my sins, do not be strict
In holding me to account, this I implore.

5. If God were to give the exalted ideals
A body, You would be its living soul.