1. Oh God, how sweet is your beauty
The eyes have chimed for your perfection

2. You have risen above this world
An essence, so who can hope for your union

3. They do not make you an equal
For God did not create your likeness

4. You were not pleased in this existence
With anything resembling you, even your imagination

5. You walk, so the glances seek you
And you are too sublime to be reached

6. If not for fear of slander
We would say you have no equal

7. Have mercy, do not drive us mad
You have increased your bewilderment and pretense