1. O you who became, between hope and compassion
Mine and mine who thought he would remain

2. As for the intimacy of elders in your presence
Glasses compete with Makhari Issac's incense

3. But no, if your destiny willed
With musk and delicate asceticism, your piety protected

4. Thanks to God, I am not called to your hunt
Unless it were prey like a cooing dove

5. I remain called to help a confused one
On abhorrence, not a distracted lover's joy

6. Is there a way to renew your affection?
Can anything be renewed after creation?

7. No doubt, rods may bloom
As nakedness changes after being clothed

8. O face of generous nature whose smile
Only radiates like the rising sun

9. I complain to God of an injustice that has no relief
I still receive from Him the worst livelihoods

10. Upon me without shade or leaves
My Master's dimmed sky poured down