1. My Master, patience for fate's decree
For patience has praiseworthy ends

2. Indeed time, as you know more than I
Father of wonders time always is

3. It lowers the noble and raises the base
The lowly to the stars' place

4. And days' afflictions never cease
To plague the white birds forever

5. And if your perfection aids time
In its sorrows, who then can you war?

6. Indeed perfection is rarely pure
For its seeker to drink from its springs

7. By God, one meets not death
Nor attains all of one's hopes

8. To master the generous souls
Present or absent from them

9. And misses his seeker yet finds
When sought, every fleeting soul

10. Except a stalwart young man
Who thinks not of ends

11. Like a sword whose blade
Has been honed by the hands of trials

12. He shows in opinions a star
Piercing-bright in the darkest of times

13. And extends to those hoping a hand
That no clouds can equal

14. And offers the mane of lions with a blade
Bitter for striking and sharp

15. Ever roaming the earth seeking
Heights with every passerby

16. Ascending dangerously steep
Bridges he crosses in bounds

17. Borne by a lofty spirit
To the highest of ranks

18. My heart's darkness to the hunt
On the red mares racing

19. Never stopping in their strides
As a lion sought and seeking

20. Meeting foes with resolve
Before which the whites yield

21. In his grip flames the pages
Honed the edges

22. Like lightning, amazing in form
Yet death-dealing in its blow

23. And refined, biting the cores
Of the bravest heroes' souls

24. And he has a cleverness that comes
From the height of brilliance in wonders