1. O you who roam with a crutch
Gently, for in my heart roams the crutch

2. Leave it to your Lord alone and to you
Our bodies, so do with them what you will

3. My deep sorrow is not for it, but rather
For the eye of virtue that weeps

4. Soon we will forget what is past
God decrees what He wills and prevents what He wills

5. And my dear friend will return to his state
With his activity and joy he will delight