1. The dawn has risen, so water me, for my face was veiled in the night,
And see how the flowers today laughed at the meadow from the weeping of clouds.

2. If I wake and the waters of Tigris flow,
Under clouds aiming incorrectly.

3. Leave me be, he who blames me for gray hair, and mourns for me the days of youth,
For the whiteness of the falcon is more beautiful,

4. If you contemplate it against the blackness of the raven.