1. The band of enemies is split by your firm resolve,
And from your might those who feared are in tatters and rags.

2. You confronted him while good fortune circles you,
And you bested him while victory lies beneath you in ambush.

3. You set in motion the millstones of war in an open field,
And you vanquished him while fate with whiteness was perfumed.

4. When your hand encompassed the pinnacle of his affair,
And the suffocated were bound by your clenching fist,

5. You gave him to drink from the clear wine of security,
When he tastes it, from having tasted it, he is freed from choking.

6. How many the likes of me, stealing your noble traits,
Freed by your pardon from the shackles of annihilation.

7. I unveiled the sky of glory around you but did not find
Other than generosity from the goodness of your abode does speak.

8. I returned to the meadows of your pardon so it gave freely,
With its edges, from your overflowing boons, pouring.

9. If I thank you, my temples turning white,
No whiteness of temples, for glory, me did shake.