1. O you, the joy of fortune,
And delight of glory's watcher,

2. My master who has never ceased
To don the robe of praise,

3. Your servant's spirit soars
With the gallop of the bare intent.

4. And from it he longs, pleading,
For your lofty meadows.

5. And if you take him for a servant,
You bestow on a servant favor.