1. By God, my nights have become
Like a brother to grievous illness,

2. And relief from anxiety has drawn
Closer to me than my pillow.

3. Whenever I behold an empty place,
My tears overflow.

4. Do not blame us if we have become reverent,
Or if we have intended reverence,

5. For what has befallen us today
Is a grave matter:

6. We have lost a master who was to us
As one who does not fail to aid.