Me, who is a pot in which is stored
A heart filled with deceit, envy and the rest of evils.
Thou, of your own volition, melted and melted,
And made me adore Thee with folded hands
And streaming eyes.
And now, as I beseech Thee to grant me refulge,
It is for Thee, in compassion, to protect me.
Thou, the Being Uncreated!