1. Is it not strange that one like me
And you, his companion, complain of fate?

2. Though the vicissitudes of time were never
Except I found in you a safe refuge

3. Nor did the gates of light smile
Except I recalled your noble qualities

4. You were created the most righteous of creation
The most generous and kindly of them

5. So if the highest (heaven) were an abode
You would be for it like the tooth of a bucket