1. You made me amidst three and five foes -
The senses, each strives to defeat me.

2. Nature still tries what's hers,
And pulls me to what she craves.

3. My body seeks its lust's conquest,
Over my soul - each by its want claims me.

4. If I slip in my weakness, you don't neglect me,
Rather, wakeful-eyed, watch me closely.

5. Bestow on me then a saving grace, everlasting,
That stays and accompanies me constantly.

6. Make my abode in the House of Peace, and leave
All in the world who oppose and fight me.