For the purpose of guiding, He will lead me on the path

Until He delivers me back into the hands of the robbers

He who strikes down the path of two hundred caravans with every breath

What can I say before Him? What will He bring me to?

I will lose my head and feet, I will tear my heart from the world

If for a moment He does not scratch my head with kindness

He plays the tune well, I dance to it

Love brings forth a new game for me with every breath

Sometimes in jest He tells me to sit in a corner

When I sit in a corner, He Himself brings me out

From the beginning of my present, He makes me fly like a falcon

So that (we may see) what He will seize with me, upon whom He will set me

My aspiration is like thunder, my words are like clouds

A drop falls from my cloud when He squeezes me

My cloud from morning has (its rain) from that sea of justice

So that (we may see) from the thunder and the wind, upon whom He will make me rain

When He makes me rain, He does not make me vain

He will place me back in the hand of a hundred kinds of plants