1. Let me be, for I do not reproach fate,
Fate is not, as you know, to be blamed.

2. And if you promise yourself comfort in it,
It promises you will be shamed as a liar.

3. Its afflictions on me are many, yet
I have found in it a refuge from flight.

4. I gained the love of a patron from afar
So I hoped to find in him a means of rapprochement.

5. And I coveted in my distance from him his glow,
For that is the way of every shining star.

6. He is the protection of the supplicant and the succor of the refugee,
The fulfillment of the hopeful and the treasure of the seeker.

7. In his white palm are five fingers
That on earth they call five clouds,

8. That water those near them around,
And drive their clouds to the farthest edge.

9. My patron, I have called upon you with a call
From the tongue of a heart, not the tongue of an orator.

10. Hope has inscribed on my heart lines
Clearer and more lasting than the ink of a scribe.

11. It does not harm us that you are not visibly present among us
For your overflowing grace is not absent.

12. In the dome of the heavens there is but one moon
That suffices to illuminate east and west.

13. You were given the sword of authority, elevating it
Until you showed men the merit of the deputy.

14. The sword has merit in striking, but in truth
None can deny the merit of the wielder.