1. Take my soul from me opening thereby its lowliness
And turn away from analysis as though it were vulgarity

2. For if you are not worthy or if I am not wise
Reflect on the lines of creation for they

3. Are messages sent down to you from the Highest Assembly
The oceans of meaning cannot grasp their shores

4. Cover over them with glory if you are their expanse
And beware belittling creation or its grandeur

5. For in it, if you reflect, is a path traced
Verily, all things besides God are ephemeral