1. God forgive what the hands of fate have done
For he has made every effort seeking excuse

2. Is it good that I complain of time which has made
Its works shine to me beyond all thanks

3. I was truly in the shackles of inaction until
Gradually it freed me from those shackles

4. So thanks to the days that kept their promise to me
And showed my eyes more than what wandered in my thoughts

5. And how many nights have I spent destitute and they passed
With the adornments of my hopes like light in the darkness

6. I say to my heart whenever I long for wealth
When God’s help comes, the hands of poverty are tied

7. And if you come to him with praise, he meets you with grace
So how many times has he replied to verse with prose

8. And he trembles with fervor when you praise him
As the cupbearer of wine trembled when his attributes were described