1. Greetings to him who spreads a meadow's scent,
Of which the garden and wet mandrel speak.

2. The caravan of breeze carries it gently,
Your songs longing - the caravan stopped for you.

3. With the dew of affection the basil is moistened,
When the friends and companions speak of you.

4. And if my poems don't have complete lines,
With no reproach - my heart preceded them to you.

5. I heard, and hearing aided by passion,
Exceeds the eye's sight - the heart left it.