1. My country prospered by your hands, and was moved
By you, through clouds of joy and grief alike,

2. You brought a life so sweet and finely wrought
As to seem fair in the eyes of this young age.

3. Your memory’s still delicious in my mouth,
The charms of verse wherein a beauty lies,

4. And truly, if I’ve tarried from your side,
‘Tis but my sight and wisdom have betrayed me.

5. For if I dated life’s first dawn, ‘twould be
The day your feast day shone before my eyes.