Peace, one and all…
When I become defiled, I will return there:
I will go to the Source of the source of purities.
There I will pull the filthy cloak off my head:
He will give me a clean robe once more.
Such is His work, and my work is the same:
the Lord of all created beings is the beautifier of the world.
Were it not for these impurities of ours,
how would the water have this glory?