1. If I do not comprehend your praise
You have lost to me a hand and a bridle

2. As for me and the hand of Ibn Mansur together
It is as though it is said a dove and a cloud

3. Good fortune for him, green, over which cooed
My gratitude as pigeons alight on branches

4. It suffices me of usefulness your love alone
For it is the riches not what people see