1. For you, from my praise, are the flowers of a garden
That bloom with ideas like flags.

2. I have strung together pearls, though my string is short,
And if I were to string the pearls of your nobility,

3. I would be the stringer of pearls.
Though the pilgrimage may erase my sins,

4. To meet you is itself a pilgrimage and an erasing of sins.
Every request is sincere at your generosity