He brings us, our soul, home to home, like a pawn of the king.

It is strange whether he has won or is checkmated, putting us to the test.

He has drawn all our parts from every side.

He has fashioned the world and made us a mixture from it.

From greed and lust, he has made us a visible rein.

Like a camel, he is dragging us around this world.

What is our place, when he has bound the heavens like oxen in a threshing floor?

That he is grinding us like sesame seeds beneath the sky.

Blessed is that camel whose rein is the love of God.

(Love) always keeps us intoxicated among our (other) camels.