1. You came seeking the eminent nobility
In the softness of magic and spring's first bloom

2. Telling of the gardens of sorrow in tongues
Whispering from them a downpour of heavy rain

3. You tried praising him but found
Something beyond what you can achieve

4. It is very hard to describe his qualities
Can the wounded describe the healed?

5. Her ways are gently enticing
Her charm refreshed with eloquent praise

6. So greet her kindly with pleased eyes
Perhaps she may intercede someday

7. A blossom in the garden they name
Carnation, standing above all the rest

8. With neck the morning breeze has tousled
And cheek where the burnish seeps

9. My lord calls you to describe him
Without your descriptions the perfect depiction is missed