1. You do not comprehend, O one with the face, my weeping
Were it not for the fact that I am nothingness

2. So turn and look to your origin, do not
Boast, for you will be struck with regret

3. Verily my Lord, with His power
Light and darkness are equal

4. And His gifts are without rationale
As is deprivation and bounty

5. No person deserves his station
Therein, O you who comprehend

6. No self earns its provision
Rather, His gifts to us are generosity

7. Neither does vileness necessitate the ugly
Nor does deprivation necessitate one forbidden

8. Rather, by pure choice, over
Every one with a head and foot

9. And all are captives of His grip
One granted bounty at times, and one avenged another time