1. For Allah I have a workshop being refined
As if it were the sun on the horizon of elevation

2. Its heat can be borne when opened
The viewer attained through it what he hoped for

3. The Master of mankind renewed me as Joseph
So my value was honored through him and became high

4. Renewing the commended ancestors
What had been neglected before him

5. So my workshop and the garden beneath it
For Allah what an elevation and what beauty

6. No wonder the flower of the hillside was pleasing
For its rain clouds bestow generosity when laden

7. Thus beneath it the staff of the full moon
Is inclined in prostration of thanks

8. And if the morning breeze blows through it
It carries the best praise with which it was laden