1. This gulf, so welcome is its time
Oh, how delightful are its shores between its groves

2. So stroll with your gaze as you wish, you will find in it
A meaning that frees the heart from its sorrows

3. The morning breeze flows gently on its sides
And the scent of musk rises from its sweet basil

4. It blows above its banks restoring them
As pearls that delight the eye in their visibility

5. It is as if the whispers of the branches are loved ones
Each imparting to his brother some of his melodies

6. The mill wheels of water complied and aided
The birds' singing in the branches of their nests

7. And the sun on the horizon like traveling caravans
Yearning for their homelands after separation

8. This is a view that if treated justly, for it
Khosrow Anushirvan strove, from his palace

9. My days in it, and my helpers
When the spell of magic clears from their eyelids

10. From his cheek, my roses, and the sipping of his approval
My wine, and my transport, sucking his tongue

11. Seeking with a gentle breeze that carried
A statue, his glance like his teeth

12. So I wander in the coolness of youth and don fine clothes
With the reins of my affair in the hands of its devil