1. My refuge in faith and my call is to he
Of noble origin, generous lineage and pedigree

2. Talk of distress flew to my heart
And surrendered me to caution and dread

3. So I said, far from the one of glorious traits
Any feebleness or youthful foolishness

4. Far from any blemish, so spotless
They call him the wondrous one

5. Far from the intelligent, whose neighbor
Drinks from the water of clouds by striking

6. Far from he who, whenever exalted, puts
Down his cheek and pays the ranks no heed

7. My helper against the times and he who
Unravels troubles when affairs are unclear

8. I seek refuge for him in He who perfected glory
From calamities and misfortunes

9. And I hope that his state remains
As long as rain makes fresh verdure grow