1. O Lord, whose bounty exceeds all doubts,
Whose kindness flows and wishes abound,

2. Who refuses that harm taints His hands,
With generosity to the grateful that astounds.

3. My sustenance seems bound to earth,
As if beyond my reach it surrounds,

4. What debt is paid by installments of debt,
And state that tightens after ease abounds,

5. Beauty led after being unleashed,
And a bride price that the palm encompasses,

6. Gain attained after harm has passed,
And joy that comes after sorrow astounds.

7. It differs from a measure of fine saffron,
And drink of wine that continuously abounds.

8. Then he would not take it as a condition,
Like the loss of a singing son astounds.

9. I am a plant for your comfort, and you the rain
That revives every branch when it surrounds.

10. With it, gardens flourish in every barren plain,
Fertile places from every flat and rugged ground.

11. So quench me with a drink, restoring my vigor,
After turning away from its irrigation that astounds.

12. And aid me in paying debts,
That have come between the taste of my sleep and eyelids.

13. I am thankful when gratitude overwhelms complaint,
And the thankful finds rain and folds abound.