In what you see, in what you see, O you who see and do not see

Life is in our sides, and death is in our corners

If you approach us, bliss to us; if you surround us, woe to us

O light of the eyes, O adventurous thought

We call upon you, a present Lord, from our hearts, proudly

So be kind, generous, and forgiving to us in our humility

I go, trusting, on this path and in this abode

If a morsel comes, half for me, half for you

How can a ship go into it if it comes out empty?

The measure of jewels is coming to the buyer and the one who buys

The measure of jewels is coming, the disc of the moon is coming

The light of the eye is coming, even the smallest things

Enter the assembly happily, do not tread on sugar

Do not strike except on wine flasks, except on soul-increasing idols