1. I delighted in your radiant poetry
With its shining, embroidered teacher

2. And I purified my mind in a garden
On the blossoming flower of your vivid words

3. So if you prided my poetry against it
Why don’t you pride yourself on the proud one?

4. Knit what you were able with his composition
In which there is no verse but only the rare

5. As for the proficiency of its similes
And what it contains of current examples

6. It has surely softened until I imagined it
A breeze after pouring rain

7. And your composition has surpassed my composition, so if
I lagged behind you, then pardon me

8. For none can equal the forerunner when he ran
Hoping my mind would catch up to him