1. O how excellent are the lines of his beautiful handwriting,
Sweet in composition, pleasant in style,

2. Sweet is youth, delicious is vitality,
Sweet is contentment, bitter is rage,

3. As if the light of his bright smile is an unsheathed sword,
As if the pearls of his lips are a necklace in a casket,

4. Beauty has let down his hair with locks of curls and a comb,
And God has molded him from beauty a person and fully formed.

5. I yearn for a life now past, a lost opportunity,
So now my star has returned, nay it has descended, burning.

6. Bestow on me the grace of excuses, for you are most qualified to extend grace,
And oblige me promptly with funds, for my merit has despaired.

7. Among rotten carcasses whose morals are blemishes,
You see the literary man among them like a thief among cops.