O you, from whom the garden and the beautiful rose are laughing,

May it ever be so, like milk and sugar with us.

O sky, you are a servant, and creation is alive from you,

Excellent! What a dream! Bravo! What beauty!

The sea of your beauty, when it suddenly surges like a wave,

The lowliness becomes full of treasure, and the height becomes paradise.

Wherever you turn your face, a flower grows before you,

Wherever you come, may your angels all be gold.

And at the moment when, out of ill-temperedness, you speak insults and injustice,

Say that your injustice is all sweet, all sweet.

Although his heart is stone, see what color it is,

It is not shameful from the torch, and (it is) from the color of the red rose.

O Lord, give him a generous heart, give him a hundred long lives,

Give him pride and coquetry, so that (he) may be a pride for us.