O’ my soul! Be tolerant, be patient
To soar, and lest not to be bent
Under the pride of what you have lent.

O’ my body! be tolerant, be strong
To pass the world; the path is so long.

O’ my feet! be tolerant, be consistent
To pass by the mansions to reach a tent
To live a long life without paying the rent.

O’ my heart! be tolerant, be soft
To be able to clean the mirrors of dust.

O’ my hands! be tolerant, be generous
To donate your possessions although precious
To a person has fallen to poverty from riches.

O’ my eyes! be tolerant, be kind
To give light to a person who is blind.

O’ my ears! be tolerant, be acute
To hear the sounds of peoples' feet
Walking behind, no matter how remote.

How pleasant if we are free of lust,
How cultivated is the soul after a frost!