1. Nothing was more beautiful than the rosary of a friend
Who always reminds me of the affection of an absent one

2. He had perfumed it with his scent, so it diffused
In my palm the fragrance of melting incense

3. So if I play with it, I am delighted and resemble
The strings of a lute under the fingers of one who strikes

4. Its beads nurture love, and in
Its lengthening is the length of the life of the giver

5. With it I count dawn and dusk
His good deeds, so I fulfill some of what is due

6. It is a black rosary, loving it is ease
And ease is hoped for in the omen of the player

7. It became white with coral and some of it was adorned
With scattered rays from a penetrator

8. So I saw it one night shining
With the brightness of a candle or the light of planets

9. I beautified my poem from the beauties of its stringing
So I was stirred by the pleasure of a listener or observer