1. How often my feet had a poem and a goal
That stood on a promise with two palms for glory

2. Homes were waiting for an inhabitant
Below you their settlement on the auspicious bird

3. And no purpose guided me to the purpose of his praise
So I was eloquent unless it was on purpose

4. And before him we were hoping for wishes
As for the embellishment of praise, it is afterwards

5. Lofty above the extremes of speech and the utmost
Of praise, and the capacity of praise from the widest effort