1. O my leader, ransomed with my soul
And my self and all that's precious

2. I have come to lament my darkness to you, O beloved friend
Of passionate dreams, seen as a lion in its den

3. I am a drum in which
Every filled and guarded cup makes music

4. And I prepared myself so that I might let in, from the people,
Joy, but they shun me

5. Do they have the right, by your right, to do this?
By God, I am one with a sorrowful heart

6. Especially as I am in your
Sublime presence, why do they leave me?

7. So if there is no excuse
In staying, then take my debts