1. O lightning, emerge without knowing where,
like magic in the valley of two rivers,

2. how much it has quenched our thirst, not a remedy,
between the basil of virgins and rose heads of two cheeks,

3. I ransom it from a moon that appeared in Scorpio,
in two black ones, adorned,

4. and two whites, rose-colored,
and it has a brook, its musk has flowed

5. in two camps of camphor,
O lightning, pass in its lights,

6. every day two times,
and if you ride the clouds,

7. with two black stallions,
then undo my seal, my compiler,

8. two clasped, two ambergris scented,
and inscribe with the pens of life,

9. and detail the embroidery of two cheeks,
enchanted in the valley of two rivers,

10. for you from two gardens,
surrounded by two Kauthars,

11. and combined on particles,
its trees and bundled up,

12. in the wedding of the jinn's light,
dancing and clapping,

13. and aroused from its gait in two suits,
humming, infatuated,

14. silvered, gilded,
like brides being adorned,

15. in the eyes of all eyes.