1. Your gift has arrived,
It is our sun after absence,

2. You have adorned our horizon,
With a star or a shooting star,

3. With the progeny of industrious bees,
And the agony of droplets,

4. Their yellow bodies as if,
Molten from melted gold,

5. So the water of beauty when,
The water of youth shone through,

6. And if its fires are lit,
At night they blaze in fervor,

7. Its fragrant smoke makes me forget,
The scent of amber or labdanum,

8. And if sickness exposes it,
Its cure is beheading,

9. It turns away the darkness from its color,
Returning whitened from the veil,

10. Were it not for the wonders of its actions,
Its color would turn ashen,