1. The water of life is in my poetry, then its spring
What is poetry if it does not embody a living being?

2. On his cheek appears the face of its owner
If the face of this one disappears, poetry is nothing

3. Be a poet who is reflected in his poem
His reader sees him walking with it

4. He reaps rhymes from inspiration ripely
The steeds of verse run for him without tiring

5. He quenches him from his pulse, sincerely, and makes him drink
Melody and beautiful meaning that awakens consciousness

6. The recipient is never sated by its fruits
And cannot bear distance or separation from it

7. This is poetry in its purest ores
So beware corrupting it, O refined and acute one