1. A magic has spread from Rima's cheek,
Is it the fragrant ginger breeze or a soft wisp?

2. Or is it the poetry whose meaning has softened,
And become the seduction of the sound mind?

3. Yes, the pearl of eloquence has appeared,
On the neck of the statue in an orderly composition.

4. And its beauty has sharpened a dull nature,
Engaging it towards a straight meaning.

5. Without it, the shepherd would not be stirred,
Nor would fruitless results be seen.

6. So you whose poetry has become to my mind,
Like the full moon's light to the desolate night.

7. I send you greetings for as long as the pigeons,
Coo in the upright branch.