1. Time estranged me from its springs,
Yet its downpour came to me with the clouds,

2. Never before have I seen generosity like the generosity of its hands,
It came knocking on my door with good tidings.

3. The rat had left and sang happily,
In spite of my remoteness and exile from my dwellings.

4. How could one who runs his house by the Book,
Stay where there are spies,

5. And reckon us as knights when he sees us,
Roaming helplessly in his courtyard?

6. The prince sent us money to free us,
With which he loosed the shackles from our necks.

7. When the sun of religion was absent from me,
Doubt called me to distrust him.

8. I stay up at night saying is it wheat or barley?
Your gift came answering me.

9. Goodness came to me pearly,
Outshining a necklace around the neck of a maiden.

10. So the guest visited after the harshness of my quarter,
And my knocker perceived the fertility of my threshold.