1. The lovesick youth said of the test,
That losing a companion is most distressing,

2. The young man was isolated after time passed,
Only to find his news was spotless,

3. And my loneliness and homesickness was completed,
For the white, fine-fingered, beautiful doll,

4. She who was the life of the place died,
Missing her like a loyal maid,

5. To each companion she guaranteed a guarantee,
Never easing up from her duties,

6. In her was a bravery though her blood was cowardly,
Her tyranny and power were frightening,

7. She would leap through the air snatching sparrows,
Leaving the falcon confused,

8. If she was angry at a rock, she would madden even temperate souls,
Killing it a violent death,

9. She would extend a claw sharp as fangs,
Leaving the rat's belly flattened,

10. And she would tear it apart immediately wherever it was,
So many noble traits she had,

11. She protected our harvest-filled food bushel,
While remaining chaste towards it,

12. In her was a soul that pecked at the weak,
Not approaching ambiguous things,

13. She knew the paths of rabbits and polecats,
And knew the weak sheep,

14. And in summary, all the good traits,
Despite not having gentle blood,

15. None could match her gentleness in both worlds,
Her status was elevated and prestigious,

16. I shed tears over her like a torrent,
And I lament the loss of the gentle one,

17. And I unleash the reins of praise at all times,
Towards He who preserves companions,

18. Honor to the poet whose speech is eloquent,
Who has for literature an amiable friend,

19. Wearing robes of rhetorical elegance,
Manifesting the Master of the canopy,

20. His father, if he had plunged into eloquence,
We would not find anything spotless,

21. He was an interpreter for convoluted matters,
Translating subtle things,

22. And I bestow the most excellent greetings, however much an attack,
Or I profess love for a weak village.