1. O lightening flash from the permanent hills
Describe to the people of passion my fervor and yearnings

2. And O breeze of the branches of acacia
Has what passed in passion, after purpose, come

3. As if in you is the fragrance of a repressed land
So have you passed by those slopes

4. And they carried to you messages - how woeful!
For them and for those messages

5. Turn aside and call greetings to the sincere ones, their abode
So that I may soothe my heart with greetings

6. And ask the sand dunes of the valley, the people of Khatrat
Their tents with the lofty Samhar poles

7. For the mute may answer you quickly
About them, though but with gestures