1. O you who don the garb of seamanship proudly
Yet you are most deserving of wearing it

2. God did not give you what He gave you
Until he belittled his full moon and his sun

3. A colt when he releases his soul
In his vigor, modesty commands his restraint

4. And I who gave him pure passion
And its essence, and took the excuse of his intimacy

5. So if I reaped its fruits and planted it
I was not the first to reap from its planting

6. My master, o my master, owner of grief
In his day, and youthfulness in his past

7. A generous man who gives his soul until indeed
He has become weak to give his soul