1. O father of virtues, excellence, and high rank
You have preferred God over humans in virtue and righteousness

2. By your creations, those gentle ladies you have shaped
Into a garden where North wind blows at dawn

3. Is it proper, O sun of glory and high stature
That I spend summer in a shirt of moonlight

4. After praising the minister abundantly
With lavish praise and jewels of poetry

5. If I had praised youth with it before old age came
And time had not betrayed, it would not be accepted

6. Yet my fortune's face has been veiled with him
So when will my hopes succeed if I travel