1. The antelope were joyful and every page dripped,
Except for you, it is a blank white page,

2. If the full moon shone during its appearance,
It would rain its green beads upon you,

3. You made us indifferent to money until it,
Seeks neither the white nor the yellow,

4. If praise and its people did not divert you,
You would have spoken of your dusty generosity,

5. If the rain did not thunder as it told its narrative,
The grey evening stars would have testified to that,

6. You loaned me a hope that is the shining sun,
While time darkened its gloom,

7. And its decree decrees that the splendid praise,
Is nothing compared to the splendid gift,

8. A uncle is not inherently beautiful,
Unless adorned by a red rose,

9. You have honored the world and its inhabitants, so
No sorrows have darkened your bright horizons.