1. The paper you gifted has come to me
And the gazelle, the scented saddle, and the horse

2. The blondish mule, and the robe that
Was as pure as you, without any blemish

3. In its scent, a fragrance diffuses like
The incense from your generous planted tree

4. And the gem shines in the darkness as if
It were the light of your face or your brilliance from which it is lit

5. But it refused me to be delighted and boast
No, the brothers have virtuous sun-like morals

6. I don’t enjoy life unless I strive
Seeking and endeavoring through emigration and adventuring

7. And I see it as forbidden that wealth comes to me
Until it is attained with hardship and sought out

8. So turn your gifts away from your honored brother
For the lion only savors what he has preyed upon