1. How much unrest does the night visitor cause me,
As the guide of the night stumbles and gets lost.

2. My worries task me to address every companion,
While vigor has left their eyes barren and desolate.

3. As if after her idols assembled,
With the chief of clarity, a horseman missed his target.

4. Until his generous virtues bow down,
Goodness still flows readily from his palms.

5. An old man who competes with the gusts of wind,
Until his breath is severed and does not relent.

6. And in the generosity of my father of lion cubs, there is no resemblance
Except for the clouds and except for the sea when it is abundant.

7. Both his hands are bountiful, unfailing,
Bestowing triumphs and watering the barren rain.