Why do you seek the kingdom of this world?
Why do you seek sorrows for yourself?
Balancing the scale of Justice is arduous;
What will you add and what will you bate?
Oh Lord! If You grant me the kingship of this whole world;
I will throw it out-like dirt of a dish.
Grant me blossom, and a grateful lover;
One small garden, with streams beside.
Where I would sit under the shade of a tree;
Write down poetry with joy.