1. My chest is troubled, so I seek relief from God,
Your world, O beauty, is not worth the anguish,

2. God is able to relieve your sorrows,
For God determines the fate of His creations,

3. Sweet eyes, their flowing tears come cheap,
Stop your crying, sad tears I cannot bear,

4. It is wrong that sorrow covers your pure face,
And it is wrong for roses on your cheeks to be marred,

5. My heart is ready to ransom you for what you wish,
To ransom you with all that remains in my possession,

6. Let go of the past and worry not about the morrow,
Make the most of today and what it brings you.