1. Oh, how joyous was that gathering which once united us
At Tīz Nabādh in the gardens of Imāra

2. And joyous was mother of Imāra and seeing her
A tavern keeper who became a mother to tavern keepers

3. She would serve us drinks that were soaked
By the passing of time and an era after era

4. For some time, like a sick man not healed
So the Creator defended her in His fairness

5. Thus the epochs of days kept diminishing her
Until her best tenth eroded in her flowing demise

6. As if she drank from her own self a draught
And her innermost grew darker in complexion

7. She never took a single step towards anyone
Yet remained amidst gardens and rivers