God show compassion to my wounded tongue!
Open your door and bless this sinner. God!

Let me rub my face on the threshold don’t turn me away;
I’ve roamed wildly enough. God!

I stood for years and wailed at the door of bounty;
Separate me from my wails and sighs. God!

Although I’ve always lived soiled by rebellion.
Still be generous to this helpless one. God!

Don’t light the fire of otherness let me burn in Your hearth.
Let me become pure love and become Your prey. God.

I have finally arrived at Your door with rebellion as great as the mountains.
I’ve returned helpless with a leash on my neck. God!

Bless Kitmîr and allow this wail of misery to cease;
Veil my every trial with a thousand ardors. God!