1. O you who my life has found joy,
And boasts proudly of existence,

2. You are my suns and the eyes of my being,
And your faces are the object of my prostration.

3. I went out from myself and my attributes,
And came to you longing for my flowers.

4. And your right upon me, I have remained a servant,
Around your care is the shelter of the poor.

5. With you I call out softly and loudly,
O my masters fulfill my need.