1. His poetry shows its affection, shaking me,
The sword of his verse and its piercing spear,

2. From one whose times have turned away from him,
I heard his eternal revelation clamorously.

3. It flows to the king whose face is lit with joy,
A sun, and its comfort is a pouring rain.

4. It shoots with the fates an empowered shot,
His opinions were made bows for its arrows.

5. It mingled with the eye and ear of time,
Never tiring of intimacy and whispering.

6. And a written legion of horsemen
Who show no fear or drawing back.

7. When armies understand his book,
They submit to one who tamed affairs and established them.

8. As if the aroused lances are an impenetrable darkness
Their tips emitting sparks from them.

9. As if the steeds' charges are adorned troops
Crossing from his meadows in detachments.

10. You'd think his sword dragged the galaxy's train,
And destiny was set in motion in it as clothing.