1. My sorrows are dispelled by her generosity,
And her glance makes worries scatter.

2. No wonder she came to my aid swiftly—
For in the world she is called the savior.

3. A slave prostrates at her threshold,
With the fire of love burning in his heart.

4. He hopes for salvation and seeks refuge in her precincts
For in Egypt she is the mistress of the wilderness.