1. With my own soul, the kindred spirit greeted
With a blossom as virtuous as his white morals

2. He brought it in his garment, the branch being dry
No wonder for the branch to give generously the flower

3. He greeted with it, his face shining like the dawn
From the morning star shone the first light of dawn

4. Moon-like in color, fragrant with aroma
We have not seen a pearl that breathed such fragrance