Oh he who sees the hidden things and hears them.

You are the only one

Who grants all that a person hopes for.

Oh the one who is the only hope,

When I’m faced with hardship and complaints are lodged before him

And refuge is sought from him.

Oh the possessor of the fortunes of sustenance,

bestow your favor upon me,

As all goodness lies in your hands.

I have no means of reaching you

Except through my poverty,

Hence through my poverty do I lift my hands to you in prayers.

I have no secret scheme through which I could reach you.

Except by knocking at your door.

If you turn me away

Then whose door shall I knock?

If only the good people are hopeful of your mercy

To whom shall the sinners turn?

No, it does not behave your generosity to turn away the sinners,

Your grace is abundant and your generosity is great.

And who else is there whom I could call upon,

If I your beggar is denied your grace.