1. His visit brought joy to our day,
Had fate allowed its completion,

2. What would we have seen of his writings,
And the lines he penned with his pen,

3. Our innermost secrets he knew, whether we joked,
Or drank from a filled cup,

4. He left us with tearful eyes,
Shedding tears of sorrow,

5. He returned praising us generously,
Recalling his previous favors,

6. We thank his words, though
A freeman is not praised for his flaws,

7. Yet what use have I for them,
If I were part of his pillars,

8. I would erase them and draw near him,
Behind or before as he willed,

9. I would make myself a shield for him,
And sell my faith for his faith,

10. So whatever he drank became lawful,
And I was seized by his sins,