1. I have fallen between deprivation and pretentiousness
And a man between them dies frail

2. So extend to me a hand whose palm is accustomed
To giving drinks and whose back is accustomed to kissing

3. The lands have sprouted next to Your servant thriving
So prepare for Your servant in Your vastness a resting place

4. And grant him shade after its passing
Your shade will never disappear as long as You give life to the frail