A likeness was raised, a representation to show them

That he is the likeness, not the Bringer of glad tidings

Guide them, for that killing and crucifixion

Encompassing the defeated killer

So that creation might see its frailty, and that He is the Power

Justice when the affairs are reversed

So contemplate, O person of patience, my words

And listen to what shines within my conscience

Examine, search, and turn over my poetry

To see the pearls in the necklaces of the necks

And you shall see the light kindled within the structures ¹

With a composition like scattered pearls

In the meadows of silver, the melody, and the pure gold

Detailed with a system of golden ornaments ²