1. The full moon has returned with its gleam
After its absence, dwelling in its abode, cloaked in light.

2. And the lion has come back to the pride he had left,
Standing with glory, building its loftiness.

3. This prince, the star of glory, his planet
Appeared at the height of sublimity, his grandeur superb.

4. He has returned atop glory’s summit with honor,
In a procession of might that none can match.

5. He has come to his blessed, auspicious dwelling,
Glory inhabiting it, good fortune building it.

6. The garb of his office adorns his shoulders,
With the elegance of rule, radiant and splendid.

7. The glowing moon now illuminates with him
After its darkness, folding and unfolding.

8. The universe dances joyfully with flowing sleeves,
Dragging behind the train of pride and wandering.

9. The stars bloom with lights in rapture,
Growing even brighter at night with elation.

10. Good tidings of the prince, and our gladness at his return,
My joy deserves to congratulate him.

11. Governance remains with him, never leaving,
Justice commanding him, forbidding him.

12. May he live long in the days, with life pleasant and easy,
An enduring age without any lack to accompany it.

13. May my Lord protect him from all harms,
Shield him from them all, defending him the ages long.

14. The meadow never bloomed, nor the clouds rained heavily,
The branch never extended in a twist and turn.

15. Lightning never flashed, nor did the northern breeze blow,
The leaves never produced from their songs anything strange.