1. O you who is afflicted by what I say, my sorrows,
And quenches the fire of my youth and passion,

2. You brought me to life when you sent me a greeting,
And greeted when you sent me a salutation,

3. After my soul had stood at the edge of rejection
And what it pined for behind its pigeons,

4. Two verses came from you as a blessing,
Outweighing what bounties I have,

5. I do hope that this is a drop,
That came foretelling the gathering clouds,

6. Fire is sparked by the flint a spark,
To become thereafter of glowing embers,

7. The crescent you see is the smallest in size,
In mass, and appears later a full moon,

8. And perhaps the good scent of its bloom would seize you,
The flowers of the gardens while still in buds,

9. If the fathers before you were long-lived, I swear
With you I have no end to glories and highnesses,

10. You remain laden over your resting place from,
My eye by the eye of the All-Knowing Omniscient