1. My masters, with my soul I ransom you both,
Two moons, the orbits of highness reveal you,

2. Without any command our lives revived,
Since our club is none but your club.

3. How many delegations have you hosted and
Their hopes withered when your hands rained,

4. If I do not find pearls except those strewn
On your path, so my poems I gift you.

5. And you both remained my two sweet basils in an orchard
That is a plant of glory which came from your grandfather.