1. My glorious master, your servant hopes for your generosity
With a service to a compassionate one as you had promised

2. Since you have granted me without asking
What had never occurred in my calculations

3. And how can I fear the turns of events, while I have
Your protection, and my purpose does not go in vain

4. You are a rain without promise or harm
That waters a settler to his palms outstretched

5. Your eye of justice was not sleeping
From a servant who did not fear injustice or misery

6. From a servant in residences and in travel
With praising you, my glory grows forever

7. You still, oh protector of the noble, grant me
Prestige and make for me among people support

8. Good for me was not praising you, and my
Reliance after the Creator was not on you