1. The season has kept its promise,
Bestowing bliss upon the garden.

2. It has dimmed the glare of its lightning,
And stilled the crash of its thunder.

3. The boughs now are decked out,
Adorned with wondrous beauty.

4. The days’ faces shine brightly,
Betraying the softness within.

5. To live in its fair days
Is pure joy and delight.

6. The breeze’s halting-places
Are lined with choicest flowers.

7. Come visit dark Sūdā’, fettered
In the water’s depths, chained tight.

8. She seems an African captive brought here,
Yearning in her bonds for release.

9. When dawn dispels the dark,
Her blackness is not erased.

10. He who fears her hazards
Must cross inside her guts.