1. Through your transfer, glory and beauty flourish,
You deserve nothing but the highest station,

2. You deserve nothing but the path of ascension,
With wisdom, determination, and sound judgement.

3. I congratulate, though my words fall short,
For all speech from me is little.

4. O Bayk, embrace me, though I'm undeserving,
For incapacity is my excuse, what else can I do?

5. Yet I summoned the tongue of praise,
For those congratulations to enduring glory,

6. So it called out, greeted, and chronicled:
“Asyut, you have honored a noble deputy.”