O lion of war—when you charge, even the fiercest lions are humbled before you;
O mountain of forbearance—should anyone wrong you, you bend toward excusing him;
and if he assails you with wicked words and ugly deeds, you still forgive.

O ocean of knowledge, whose surging waves make the other seas almost overflow;⦗1⦘
O one whose scriptural proofs ever vanquish his adversaries;
whose arguments shine like the midday sun, unveiled and unmistakable;
whose gracious insights outstrip the glittering stars;
whose sword-sharp judgments hew the necks of your enemies.

A model followed by the gnostics, guided by the abundance of your light;
whoever approaches you for direction finds his inner state reinforcing his outward course.

O summoner of creation in his age to the truth with resplendent proofs;
whose noble character is refined by his pure essence;
whose wondrous qualities come to the poet’s aid in praising you.

But what can the eulogists, with their limited wits, hope to attain in speech?⦗2⦘
Your glory has left describers powerless and has bewildered their very ears;⦗3⦘
yet this is only the effort of one short of means—so mend it by accepting it.