1. The morning dawned with the secrets of gardens
And my soul revived the breezes of meadows

2. Until I thought the breeze of the garden recited to me
The poems of Ibn Mishkan from the chest of sultans

3. So here it is, like the ray of the sun, pure
Early in the morning, couplets of poets

4. We drink, mentioning the title of beauties, the
Qaf of virtues, visible in books