1. The prudence did not weary me of chastity,
I love dignity and composure.

2. I compose poetry as long as I live,
For the son of a house to whom poems are gifted.

3. The times adorn themselves with me, like bracelets adorn a wrist,
For I have polished them with the gleam of lamps.

4. The experiences have honed me, until
My determination became sound and the pride wholesome.

5. And my position among the pottery is a position,
Envied by suns and moons.