1. O you who gained perfection from what
My eyes have seen of splendid beauty

2. A moon pleasing in its gentle breeze
With whatever generosity and brilliance you wished

3. I complain to you of time's oppression
In dissolving our closeness with your nearness

4. Distance attacked it stingily with meeting
Until it shrank like a flashing lightning bolt

5. If only I had some means of intercession
I would call to you "My Protector, my Intercessor"