1. The blossoms of this world are nothing but flowers
Whose beauty has bloomed on branches

2. A flower for one who smells, a branch for one who holds
And fruits for one who plucks them

3. She needs no adornment with her beauty plain
As seen reflected in her mirror

4. If the describer described the radiant sun
He could not do justice, he would fall short

5. Beauty has garlanded her with perfection
As if she was a houri from Eden

6. I drew her close and held her to my chest
To extinguish in her the pangs of sorrow

7. She turned away, bashful, her cheek
Veiling with her beauty from my sight

8. How strange she's shy of being held
Yet cares not that she's slain me