1. I sent complaining to you at dawn of my thirst
And I never doubted that I would slake it

2. For I wrote confidently until my pen betrayed me
And I hesitated until the ways wearied me

3. You are a man whose generosity overflows
Whose bounty pours forth, whose outstretched hand gifts freely

4. So send me the purest comfort, resembling
From me a poem, from you kindness and nobility