1. My eyes doubted and the pillars trembled,
Are you the radiant sun or the rising moon?

2. The buds of eglantine remain still on his cheek,
Wiping off the dew of the pink narcissus flower.

3. O poet who has composed a thousand poems,
Yet they do not leave his abode.

4. Congratulations, you were not congratulated,
That my poems flow with the star or roam with the wind.