1. Why does the critic cavil at my principles,
vilifying me openly and secretly?

2. I used to sprinkle you all
from his sweet ocean, pearls.

3. And my poetry was like an army
marching by land and sea.

4. No wonder, by God when
I insisted on fleeing.

5. My confidant did not flee from me,
but rather from Solomon he fled.

6. He was set free from him
only by being free.

7. Last night my heart took him prisoner,
and he came to ask forgiveness,

8. from the one who joined us.
Long live you all, and long live my country

9. and those virtuous ones who inhabited it.