1. Generosity is sweeter to my heart than triumph,
And than attaining the desires of the beseecher and fortune-seeker.

2. And than the singing I enjoy in the mornings,
O rising sun amidst roots and virgin sands.

3. And than my yearning for the generosity I was accustomed to,
The yearning of a land for the coming of rain late.

4. And my hand has been too far from her cup in anger,
And the ear has also refused the blessing of the lute’s strings,

5. Until I make this one possess what she gives in generosity,
And hear gratitude with the other in succession.

6. So bring it to me as a gift with which I appease,
Enveloped in palms full with brilliant moons.