1. What is hoped for is not made useful by the thing itself
Nor by tribulations, nor by cruel time

2. Rarely a day or night has passed me by
Without wringing my heart with great distress

3. How many slaves of passion in their lusts
Are conquered by desire, their reason lost

4. Glory to Him who rules all kings by might
Whose wonders fill the breadth of all creation

5. What events fail to testify that they
Are made by One whose power is never wrong

6. All people are but sons of a single mother
Were it not for clashing creeds and natures torn

7. Truth in its channel glitters, pink pearls strewn
Whose sparkling shells the riverbed adorn

8. No good in one who's called to save his soul
Yet pays no heed to faith's divine accord

9. Without man's permanence he has no life
What can a hand sense lacking fingers for?

10. I gaze on hopes expecting them, not knowing
Perhaps my death will be the first to rise

11. When man is shrouded in his winding sheets
Your mother's son in ample earth shall lie

12. And when disasters strike you with their weight
Leave you distraught or struck by what you see

13. How many wishes seemed to pierce your heart
Yet were but mirages, vapors, fantasy

14. Take joy in God and spurn misguidance, friend
And settle in the place serenely blessed