1. My beautiful thoughts lead me to hope for your pardon,
Though my heart is filled with fear of you.

2. And though my sin deserves hellfire,
Your pardon is a shade for one hopeful and familiar.

3. In the Chosen One, the Guide, is a model for one like you,
And how many criminals has he covered with his compassion.

4. Is this not but that he prepares a store,
And a remembrance he has undertaken to spread for you, O knower.

5. And after spreading the remembrance there is no pride for man,
Nor with anything but praise does the fearful intercede.

6. It is inconceivable that your bounty asks the people,
When they know that I stand at your door.

7. Before this each friend called out kinship,
But you did not turn in compassion to him, O intimate.