1. Your radiant dawn was blessed, oh
Unique moon in the orbit of the eminent

2. You are the sweet basil of superior virtue, I do not
See the like of its plentiful irrigatedness in this age exist

3. For you is a mention, spreading it perfumes
In it the breaths of the soft breeze bear witness

4. And a tongue in matters a piercing blade
That speaks the verdict when the verdict is pondered

5. And an eloquence, if it were to compete with its sorcery
It would match the sorcery of Harut and Marut

6. By it the knots of intellects are unraveled
And by it the matter is organized, so it is knotted