1. I ransom a young man whose piercing intellect remains,
Who strings pearls of poetry with eloquence,

2. And in all matters remains ever triumphant,
With the length of his hands and his true determination,

3. I find you continually posing a riddle,
Which the intellects of people fall short of grasping,

4. And your breath of poetry gives off a fragrance,
Of musk, so let it be a ransom for its final verse.