1. O master, his traits are fragrant
And his hair resembles the beauty of his messages

2. Seeking from me what he does not ignore
Nor what the one tasked with detail is ignorant of

3. The rose is a pact and blossoming, your pact's freshness does not
Let its latter sweetness make one forget its beginnings

4. And its connection in both states is imperative
Alike are its cutter in ignorance and its connector

5. So the lute trembles and the flute follows it
And the passing breeze has stirred its warblers

6. Inform with the like of what you know
Our days and youth defy its separations