1. The sanctuary, my master Attaghi
Every day we are from it

2. In the morning and evening gatherings
And gardens where we sat

3. Whose fragrance is in the corridor
And the assembly of a Lord without fear

4. Of separation from Him
And friends like the pipes of the canal

5. In harmony
All are sweet in their jest

6. The sublime is sweet tasting
And his hands which

7. From it for eternity flowing
No matter how much I express my gratitude

8. From its generosity it is binding