1. O summit of glory, you continue to rise
Through ranks of might, prestige, and rule

2. You were born noble, and have now become worthy
Of the lofty station - nay, even beyond

3. Merit itself attests your peerless mind
On which the masters of eloquence agree

4. Their consensus is sound - whoever among us dissents
Is like an apostate after professing faith

5. What a rank you take pride in since
You became a servant, though you wield leadership

6. How many a glorious one you perfect in glory
By raising him up and granting what he sought

7. You ennobled him, though before this time
He hoped you would be his pillar

8. God's mercy, you are not disgraced
By the heights, which now come obedient

9. Rather, the heights are disgraced by you, and refuse
Anything but fulfilling what you desired

10. Would that I excel in praise, so that
I may adorn myself in praising the Lord of joy