1. With legs for the horses of moments in the glory of his beauty
Wings and the beautiful patience has unrest

2. You see a fire on the cheeks of youth that did not flare up
From my blackness it has two smoky cheeks

3. I quenched its thirst as the crescent appeared in the evening
As the breastplate's blade bent crookedly

4. A potion nurtured by generosity thus it is generous
And it did not weigh down with the son of misery thus it is a steed

5. Ash-colored clouds have wandered from the skies of clouds
Lightning is its whip and north wind its rein

6. The repelling of the sun bloodied the throat of a garden
On it from pouring rain are raindrops

7. And with the secrets of gardens a beautiful one grew
For it light is a mouth and breeze is a tongue