1. O Ibad, the best of creation
The one with whom praise becomes adorned

2. O moon of the earth, and the one
Who ascended the sky and became eminent

3. Do you not see the roses, and how
They have smiled with a glance and a wink

4. As though it were blood that flowed
Over a surface of pure white radiance

5. Or a tender green branch that was bitten
By the gaze of an ardent lover, so it bled

6. As though its breeze
Came from your perfect being and blew gently