1. O poet whose verse cannot be matched
And whose riddles' paths cannot be tread

2. Walk wherever you wish on diverse paths
Of knowledge, for it will fade away

3. Offer me whichever plant and riddle you wish
For it has guided my mind, even if called random

4. In a plant we said inanimate, but when
They swapped the 'm' it sprang back to life

5. It was a taste, so they did well when they added
The 'h' and it became that food, cotton

6. Then I substituted when I omitted a letter
And found the cotton had become fleece

7. By my father you have delighted me with meaning
As he said your concise verse walked straight