1. O governor of the province, its protector and guardian
And guard of the frontier from harm and defect

2. At the door of your pardon the errant ones have arrived
So forgive, be lenient, and do not rebuke a brother in need

3. For justice is the source of my hands' comfort
And your clemency in existence is wondrous indeed

4. Your ethics have spread through the horizons, making you known
For your triumph in the race of knowledge and literary deed

5. So bestow on me, O Muzn, some of your justice
To remove the strain of fatigue that troubles my heart and its seed

6. And favor me with some of your care through your grace
And with your patience veil what was of anger and greed

7. Realize the hopes of the people through your good intent
For prison is justice, though the mine of toil and misdeed