1. I ransom you with every glory of religion my soul, with which
To you the passion of the enamored infatuated youth

2. The book came to me, its eloquence derived
From the sublime nature, illuminated with fine moisture

3. It matches in the necklace of rhetoric its composition
And beads strung between compositions with moist pearls

4. It contains virtue until it left no path for an intruder
Except its sweet watering place

5. So what is not derived from it
A called book among messages and books

6. And I took it as an excuse to me as if
It counts abundant favors as sins

7. And one like you grants his virtue and is thankful
And aids the chided without fear of reproach

8. You remained beautiful for the time and its people
And treasure of one who hopes in you from afar and near