1. O grave, if you knew who lies in you
You would vie with palaces in length and width,

2. And you would see the slave of God, so name him,
You saw a generous, bashful man.

3. If the graves' lids give darkness, get light
From him inside you, for you contained a sun,

4. For after his watering we water you not,
O grave, and ask no rain for you.