1. Greet with a portrait the one whose grave you greet
The breezes of contentment and the coolness of devotion appeared in it

2. No image of perfection, but the image of
Virtue, nobility, and affectionate loyalty

3. My hands drew it and in my heart of it
Is what I have drawn with my hands

4. So it is as if I transferred it from my inner self
Or as if I placed my inner self in it

5. And someone said describe for us what is beauty, I said to him
This that hands cannot define

6. No one among all people is ignorant of beauty
And none of them knows its essence

7. A secret flickers behind perception, inscribed
In the soul, and it is uniquely out of reach

8. But the eye sees in it the shape of its bearer
And its share is only what the body sees