1. In manifesting glory, I have always been joyful
And He made me joyful, I have no glory of my own

2. Wherever there is bliss, there is no remorse
Therein He reproached me, the pourer of sweet wine

3. And gifts are brought near us now
He has always been generous with gifts

4. We have no troubles here
With the beauty of being, nothing is impossible

5. In the echo of melodies, the intoxication of the cup of melodies
Since He inspired my passion, I have cried with ecstasies

6. And the passionate and intoxicated with passion cry out
I am rich with singing, without the union of beauties

7. In singing there is abundance, and singing is the treasure
And existence is artful, for emotions remain

8. We are in delight, and delight we became
That was not witnessed before

9. The garden of remembrance diffuses the roses
With the gentle, fragrant breeze

10. The melody of the strings appears in chanting
With a beautiful echo in the beauty of Hassan*

11. With intimacy and cheerfulness, we delighted in our cup
In the brilliant composition, the creator of melodies

12. Our tune gave us, we gained, we reveled
In it there is pleasant life, and clarity has come

13. We drank the known at the source of oneness
Revealing our hidden secret in the open

14. The nightingale of melody sings rhythmically
With an eloquent and smooth tongue

15. We approached and swayed with the melody
Shy before the arts, the seducer

16. We were excellent when we bent, and it bent towards us
Like the bending branch, the Garden of Contentment