1. We knew the poverty of the helpless towards Him
Was adversity from the poor?

2. So He granted him Himself when he came to Him
Walking modestly, asking to be excused

3. They washed him while the generous ladies called
“Do not wash him with water among us”

4. And to you from him, for I am more worthy
Than you, of the generous one, of my sons

5. I have no need for all of you
Except from you, the delight of my eyes

6. Its withering is aloes wood and the shroud is white
And the fresh wound is the water of my crying

7. And her eyelids suffice me as a shroud that cove
rs over his outstretched body next to me

8. And leave his grave for my gaze is the gra
ve for the human, my white-eyed one