1. Does the prince wish to prolong his rule,
With the prince’s power lasting long and obeyed,

2. That I lost my sayings about him,
And he took them after decree as disconnected?

3. My rhymes in praising him
Were flowing, but now turned into quatrains.

4. It was nothing but a sword I wasted,
And no matter how much I wasted, it was a waste.

5. If he wished to polish it back
Anew and appoint it as a skilled hand,

6. It would restore its brilliance,
And cast rays on its blade.

7. For a day when men are content
And women regretful in their veils.