1. My letter has reached you within your book
So my heart is torn between two joys

2. I envy the letters of my writing
That have reveled in your beauty for a while

3. I feared it would be rejected for its faults
Yet it returned adorned in splendor

4. Red like the robes of youth, flowing
Golden, its qualities diverse

5. Had you not supported it, for your right
It could not have endured with patience, and patience profits

6. You who made me too great to shed
The raiment of propriety, and rejoiced over my letter shedding it

7. The daughters of my thoughts appealed to you
And by your grace returned like doves cooing

8. So pull along the trains of your endless fortune
Its clouds never dissipate nor withdraw