1. O king, the cities boast of your mention,
And revenue and roses rise high,

2. You are too lofty to be congratulated on a holiday,
Rather, holidays congratulate you for your glory,

3. Stay, by the grace with which an aspirer is secretly delighted,
And the envious boil with rage,

4. The enemies fast in your fasting,
And from your breakfast their livers break fast.