I am nothing,
Yet, O divine soul!
You shaped me into something.
I am a fool,
Struggling to grasp
Life’s simple truths,
My mind tangled like a restless spouse.
Yet, O divine soul!
You deem me wise,
Your elegance divine.
I am poor, poorer than the poorest,
Yet, O divine soul!
You turn the rich to foes,
Who scorn me, as your sacred
Love anoints my humble soul,
Illumining it with clarity,
You crafted me a poet.