Apace the sun rises,
It shines over my head.
When all at once the tears
Flow away from my eyes,
All of a sudden, far off
From a turret of mosque
When a muezzin calls aloud
The euphony strikes to my heart
And takes me to a jaunt
To His kingdom of unknown mystery.

Troth I say, it abates
My grieves when I
Ensconce on my bed, hearing
To the words that praise Highness,
The euphony strikes to my soul
And I see me lost in His paradise.

His words do not go empty,
He has ensured to me that
He is sure to animate my life
Whenever I feel uneasy to breathe.

Until the fear and honesty,
And praise to His grace
Shall live in me, I shall not fret,
For he was always there
With me from womb,
And shall always be with me,
And so shall be aoutrance.