1. I have become unable to describe His blessings,
Silent in awe, while my state speaks of their traces,

2. When I took refuge from fate in His stronghold,
My days turned toward prosperity before my very eyes,

3. And connections to Him have sustained me, in which
I proudly swagger between power, wealth, and status,

4. So let fate behold what I have become through it
When I was the target of some envious foes,

5. Did I not wear it down with excellent patience
Until I shielded my fortune from decline and homelessness?

6. I have attained a wealth whose seeker is praised
And which defends from superiority and favoritism,

7. O critic, since you appeared I have not smelled
A cloudburst except that I drank deep of its pouring,

8. Your rain of generosity has poured—my resolve is too narrow for it,
And turned back from me the lessening of fate against my will,

9. No hopes remain that I might plead with you through them,
Since you have destroyed all my hopes, my lifetime.