1. I am reminded of the days of youth now past,
Almost forgotten in my sorrow and grief.

2. A beautiful gazelle with braided sidelocks,
Who drew lines to me like bending sprigs.

3. Far-throwing with a glancing eye,
From furtive glancing and bashful lids.

4. She walked gently with love-longing,
While my heart burned with passion kindled.

5. So the cheerful vigor of my youth returned,
To one for whom I was passionately longing.

6. When the traces appear brightened with whiteness,
And the meadows are folded with tender gazelles.

7. Like a garden plot watered in a desolate place,
Its plants nourished from its dripping moisture.

8. The children of the valley throng and tomorrow,
The house will return to the dilapidated ruins.

9. In its folds the fragrance of a Dari spread,
Pervading the expanse of its plains however long they extended.

10. By God, how much subtle meaning and gentle grace,
Has Eloquence gathered in every tender or subtle expression!

11. And imbued it with so much yearning in every line,
As if it were a bouquet of flowers in a garden.

12. Congratulate the Pillar of the Faith, your servant,
The like of whom it suffices to praise as noble.

13. And here we have sent you the Diwan of the Noble One,
Thereafter seeking your threshold, without delay.

14. But it has no binding to enfold the pages
That you had sewn with pearl or nacre.

15. Still you make my hearing delight in every tender utterance,
Becoming for the ears of the people of the world a pleasure.