1. I was promised a golden porridge that tells
Of dawn's fragrance in the garb of darkness

2. You see it when it emerges in the dark
Like the eyelid's edge in a gloomy time

3. Like a guide dressed in yellow
Guiding towards the yearned destination

4. So when my heart inclined towards it
And my eye of interest extended to it

5. My capacities fell short of reaching it
As if the honey got stuck to the clouds

6. So beyond ghee are the hilltops
And beyond fire is the sword's edge

7. Is that a porridge or Salma's apparition?
It only visits in the dream