My heart is overflowing with a good theme,
I recite my creation concerning the soul and
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer and
Piercing eyes, a focused mind and a throbbing
The tip of my pen, shoots arrows, sharp in the
My creation is forever a scepter of my heart
Anointed with the oil of gladness do I bow with
Light heart and sober mind.
My heart roars like roars like a lion, its favor is
like dew on the grass.