1. If the liking of merit had inspired a poet's mind like yours
I would have cast my first works before you

2. Or if I had found with merit like yours a critic
Perfection would have been mine if I asked your pardon

3. But I gained mastery over poetry in its entirety
And became the sweetest spring for the mind

4. So I triumphed among positions and sights
And soared between visions and insights

5. Or how could I not soar when one like you contained
The noblest soul of all existent beings

6. A flag above a deed above a pen that marched
In speeches mocking the piercing sword

7. And virtues that make all mouths speak
Of all humanity with fragrant praise

8. The sign of scholars and the sea that
Does not end like seas to the last

9. O knowledge whose descriptions
Have become gardens of intuitions and consciences

10. Time has testified for us that you are its unique one
From every wind among people of past and present

11. O unique one of the age for whom the best
Of successors competed in superior merit

12. No wonder I dedicate to you my gentle poems
While I am gentle in merits and glories

13. Poetry is but the feeling of a moved mind
With which one's gaze finds comfort

14. Beauties, while arousing in it, are reasons
For poetry between causer and effector

15. Rarities across days without which
The faces of time would not shine but glower

16. Poets have not ceased victims of rapture
By its nectar from ancient to recent

17. So if it coalesces in one like you once
I would match every utterance with gratitude

18. O you who with customs and knowledge
Laughs at the nonsense of the teeming riffraff

19. I gift you some of my heart's coral
O sea, but I do not say my jewels

20. Verses of devotion not all of which
Are filled with beauties from each verse

21. He flowed them towards youth, and by disseminating them
Youth slept from every customary bond

22. I went through stages of an intimate life
That knew no day or night of wakefulness

23. It surprised me before the truthful dawn
Since I was ten years old

24. Or until passion crept into my heart when
The branch of youth bends not towards a plucker

25. So I went on between perfections and glories
And walked between beauties and flowers

26. I spoke this neither boasting nor marveling and there is not
Among its composers one boastful or proud

27. But so it may treat gently one not commanded by it
For you it marched a stretch to gain the present

28. I enabled it after strife, and how often it described
The shaking of lances that appeared in my hands dexterous

29. Until after my cultivation of it, it came to have
Enough for me that it did not fill my grasp

30. I compensated what beauty I lost with what
Was raised to you, so I was no loser

31. So be the guardian over the orphans of a composer
And daughters of thought in your embrace still young

32. I gifted them not so they may suit, and often
The great accepts a gift from the small

33. They are beneath what is gifted you, but one like me
Is not able beyond the superior