1. Are they swords of rain or eyes of the eye
And sickness of body or sickness of eyelids?

2. O stingy maiden of the shrine, I see not
Those with generosity console me.

3. Until every plain pours forth my tears
And my pain is not fulfilled, your debts to me.

4. You knocked when the darkness slept, between us
A rugged mountain and flashes of lightning.

5. The ways of illusion, I cannot endure
The specter of past and specter of madness.

6. Enough my palms are busied by poverty beyond you
And my dwelling between its plains and sorrows.

7. The shirts of worry I carried
Caravans of praise to the beauty of faith.

8. Forgiving when witnesses of his generosity said
I hope, he said convictions.

9. He is pleased without thanks from his asking
Generously and is not pleased for them.

10. So honor is like the protected sanctum in his giving
And his bestowal and wealth are unprotected.

11. No attaining him is accompanied by much requesting
Never and nor what he favored with provisions.

12. A judge who returns right, clear white
If the opinion of the misguided ruler erred.

13. O feast of every congratulator and hope of every
Expectant, O joy of the poor.

14. Your favor's pleasure and righteousness succeeding them
Two feasts, feast of dew and feast of faith.

15. So submit despite the envious, immortalized
As long as birds sang atop branches.