1. Tell the king’s minister, O you whose
Determination is like that of lions,

2. O you who planted the crops that
Please those who praise,

3. Congratulations, my lord, on a robe
That hearts plotting against you unrobe,

4. White, how many gazes of hatred whitened
Until they wished they could pluck it off.

5. Above a green garden its downpour watered,
A rain from your hands that glisten.

6. It said, as the scene pleased it,
Like the moon rising from its buttons.

7. Increase each day in sublime ascension,
Let the envious do what he does.

8. Live happily crowned with dew,
For all in the circle of praise compose.

9. Fate treats me as it should,
The one who debases or raises knows.