O king, just, courageous, lion-hearted, ocean-handed (generous),

May your glory be bestowed with all kinds of arts.

It encompassed all horizons and expanded all sides,

The fame of [your] auspiciousness and the renown of royal majesty.

Perhaps the inspirer of the unseen has told you of my circumstances,

That my bright day has become like a dark night.

All that I had saved in three years from the king and the minister,

Fortune snatched it all away in an instant, like a polo ball.

Last night in a dream, my imagination saw that at dawn,

I secretly passed by the king's stable.

My mule was tied to his manger, eating barley,

It flicked its ears and said to me, 'Do you know me?'

I know no interpretation for what this dream means,

You please explain it, for you have no equal in understanding.