1. The rain of generosity and its greenery,
And the sharp swords of valor unsheathed,

2. The bright resolve and its penetration,
And the sound opinion straightly aimed,

3. The reader of guests and their server,
The sign of fate and its master,

4. He charges the spears and lays them low,
And in the arena of the year drives them away,

5. His efforts thrived in glory,
When his birth thrived and begot,

6. For death is the separator that dares him,
And constancy the firmness that backs him,

7. The neighbor fears not the turns of misfortune,
With the right hand of fortune helping him.