1. How many victims has it drowned with floods of tears,
Leaving no flooded areas but to the east,

2. Swords carrying destinies wearing
On their sheaths a garment of smoothness,

3. Its stars praised it with poetry
Rising from your evident glory on the horizon,

4. The beautiful refused my silence about you
So I did not stay silent, I failed to attain and was not capable,

5. This is until my words, as they knew,
From kings is some talk like the market,

6. And generosity my poetry attributes to your generosity
Like my eye attributes light to the daybreak,

7. It rejoiced at my worries so they are destroyed,
Prepare, for enemies cannot be trusted with kindness