1. The morning caller called to the empty wilderness,
And time slipped by in the hall of sorrow.

2. Dew wandered between roses and gardens,
Illuminating them for the onlooker.

3. A goblet with a pleasing temper soothed,
Stirring yearning in the core.

4. From the palm of a tender, smooth-skinned hand
That gestures to you with a Houri's glance.

5. Like the full moon on its brightest night,
As though the Lord of the wilderness molded it from water.

6. So answer your brother, do not hesitate,
And enjoy the sweetness of life before it passes.