1. I sent my letter to my master
That he may wipe his hands upon it and smell its perfume

2. And see glory's mantle at its peak
And grandeur's majesty between its lines

3. And musk will flow in waves between its letters
With a smile rising as high as the clouds

4. Does our protector still delight his eyes
In every fold with the roses of youth?

5. Or does every smiling one bow his forehead
Taught by the gentleness of proper manners?

6. While your servant's eyes have gone blind
To the sights of frogs in the souls of wolves

7. To every blind man to a virtuous one’s merit
Who sees but fault with a hawk’s eye

8. Not one hair on their bodies is without
A claw that hurts or fang that bites

9. While you continue moving through the best of capitals
With the best court and best mount

10. Your slaves hope for little gifts but find no
Path from emptiness and yearning

11. Still my master you remain obeyed
While I remain among the doorkeepers

12. So permit your servant to answer
Do not be stingy to him with an answer