1. For whose tent waving at the towering peak
Does the basil plant's aroma waft and reek?

2. A land with heights, those sloping bases,
Belonging to Salma, ever tearfully weak,

3. Her mouth smiles though the night is murky,
So the sorrows awake for the morn's first streak.

4. How can night remain with the light of day?
Especially with keen sight and vision sleek!

5. O patron of the lithe, for my body prepare
With your cup - my soul's life, its essence and pique!

6. For through it my life after death continues on
Thus titled the blood of Christ the meek.

7. See the doves sing songs
In odes of eloquent meanings oblique

8. Reminding you of youth and companions
And copying your repentance, genuine and unique.