1. Don't you see the hills showing us
Marvels made by gentle March,

2. Dressed in fancy clothes of imagination
On the slopes of their pipes?

3. Flowers have dotted the earth's cheek
With their coins and dinars.

4. And written on the sleeves of dusk
With their paints and inks.

5. So do not delay to raise your cup
Or waste a day of joy in waiting.