I came as a stranger to the land of Abyssinia

My heart free from the world, my head from joyous life

On the way, I saw a high shop

With a few poor souls bound to it

I prepared for the journey within myself

I took to the desert like a bird from a cage

Someone said, 'These prisoners are night-runners'

They do not take advice nor listen to the truth

Since you have not oppressed anyone

What fear have you if the world's sheriff takes you?

The agent has not brought deceit into the matter

He does not think of the removal of the courtiers

And if your chastity is deceit beneath

The tongue of your account will not be bold

No one takes the well-named as a prisoner

Fear God and do not fear the prince

When I perform praiseworthy service

I do not fear the dark-hearted enemy

If a servant strives in a servile manner

The master will hold him dear

And if he has a plan in servitude

He will fall from life to worthlessness

Take a step forward, for you will pass from the kingdom

For if you stay behind, you will be less than a beast