1. A sickly slave am I amidst
The hands of envious foes and enemies.

2. And eyes that stare with evil and malice,
They wound me like the blades of blacksmiths.

3. And hearts wherein hatred burns
Like embers, flaring from their bodies.

4. Their breath ascends like smoke
Which darkens faces with its blackness.

5. All this because they see me rising
To heights of glory and ascendance,

6. Purity, health and happiness,
Perfection they behold and guidance.

7. And they see God protecting me
In all conditions midst mankind.

8. My Lord suffices me against them all
And He is the best Trustee, my reliance.