The Tyrants surround the heart

Because I asked God about you and He did

The tyrants surround the heart of the wanderer

And loved ones fell in love with him because of his blackness

The blame complains to the one who is being blamed freely

And he repels him when he turns away from his spears

And with my joy, O you who deprive me of the king who

I made all people angry by pleasing him

If He has the power of hearts, then He is

He reigned over time, with his earth and his sky

Of his goodness, his honor, and his radiance

Ages have passed and nothing like it has been brought forth

And he came and they were unable to match him