1. The blossoms amidst the parted and gilded leaves,
The clouds amidst the wrapped and peaked ones,

2. The water amidst the scooped out and tumbling ones,
The twigs amidst the bent and twisted ones,

3. And as if the breeze of comfort in its jug,
A light that got illuminated from the sides of an arbor,

4. So take away the darkness of sorrow with its lantern,
For the land has ignited the lantern of al-qutrub.