1. O you who does not soften towards your lovers
And who has mixed aloofness for us with straying

2. And who beauty has prostrated to in submission
And perfection has spread from you to those around

3. Sun's descendant you are, my soul is your ransom
Does the sun's descendant have any equal?

4. You have reached the peak of grace and excelled in elegance
So you are refined, no flaw in you