Sol 5.6

  1. O you through whom my life has grown sweet,

    And I have gloried proudly over all existence;

  2. You are my suns, the very core of my being,

    And your face is the direction of my prostration.

  3. I have passed beyond myself and my attributes,

    And come to you, yearning to reach you.

  4. By your sacred right, I have never ceased to be a humble servant

    Near your sanctuary—the poor one's refuge.

  5. Through you I call out in ease and hardship:

    O my masters, mend my brokenness.

Sol 5.6