1. My strength is not enough, for enemies abound,
The body, the world, and Satan do surround.

2. If one foe I faced, the battle would be won,
Yet two more stand behind when one is gone.

3. So with three weapons I arm myself for fight-
Arrows, a sword well-honed, teeth biting bright.

4. With poverty self-chosen, obedience free,
A body purified from sensuality,

5. A nature ebbing, flowing, like the sea,
Moored to these three safe harbors inside me.

6. The waves would drown my spirit did I not
Repel the passion raging without stop.