1. With gentle swaying, the bending bough attained its wish through his attributes,
The movements of the supple branch are from his movements,

2. So the sun is shy before the brilliance of his forehead,
And the bright full moon is jealous of his cheeks.

3. Beauty in its entirety is captured in his captivity,
So it's as if Joseph attained some of his attributes.

4. The water of beauty did not appear in his composure,
Oh my reproacher someday, not even in his movements.

5. Do not hope, oh my reproacher, for my submission,
For I will not submit to him, no, not even for his life.