1. Praise be to God, and thanks to Him,
I have no joy nor newborn child,

2. I have reached a state that makes the envious mourn for me,
If fate frowns at me, God is for me,

3. And the hoped-for dew is eternal,
O One whose bounties we all share,

4. Yet glory is Yours alone,
Around me chicks like grains of millet,

5. At night I stay awake worrying about them,
You are a father to me and them, a caring guardian,

6. Many a fifty-year-old still has a father.