1. The earth is as though into it
Was diffused sweet scent from its flowers' incense.

2. The trees, the herbage, and water and rocks
Hymned their Lord in accord and shared the chorus.

3. While we on the soil a burden are,
And all but sink 'neath us the land.

4. Do not boast; all boasting
To God belongs: vainglory made the boaster hang his head in shame.

5. See you not that the Mother of Ruin
Is like her gods were subdued?