1. I recalled a kiss to a palm's fingertips,
With her palm the wounds of misfortunes may be consoled,

2. So I sent my lips in place of my mouth to her,
How beautiful were my lips that touched her!

3. Fingertips were not created for anything but virtues,
So how much bliss they brought and how many kisses they took away.

4. When will days allow the journey,
That shows me an abode filled with virtues,

5. And witness a pole of leadership revolving,
With it the orbit of the exalted with luck protected.

6. A generous one if the estrangement of resolve,
Inclined to him in wellbeing, immersed in generosity he became.

7. If hands are blackened with stinginess that disgraces them,
How many a white hand did Moses stretch out generously!