1. The chosen emerald green
Adorned the whiteness of pearls on a necklace

2. And the dawn gleams its light
Mixed with the darkness of dusk

3. The sword, if not for its highness
Would not cease from slaughter at times

4. And blood, if it spills its redness
From it arises the darkness of musk

5. And refined gold loses not
Its brilliance except with alloy

6. So leave me be, seek not my company
Nor forsake me for love of me