1. A gentle breeze blew through the garden of hearing,
So the branches of the saplings swayed with delight,

2. Its song made the leaves of existence sing a melody,
About the arts of passing away, how ugly they are,

3. The leaves hearing the song were foreign,
But they have become eloquent,

4. She confided her secret to it,
So it unraveled her riddle eloquently,

5. Her speech to minds is symbolic,
Whoever exceeded in understanding it, rested,

6. Lower your gaze and see with insight,
This is the light of dawn shining,

7. If its crescent you bare,
It will be eclipsed and extinguished in disgrace,

8. So in the meadows of the generous, it pitched its tent,
And did not pelt them with heavy stones,

9. Smooth the cheek that fate made wrinkled,
With my calamities its wounds I bandaged,

10. And say, if enmity hurt you,
And worries jested with you,

11. There is a broken one at the door hoping,
For your kindness, so mend his wing,

12. If you are generous to him with sympathy,
He will attain success and prosperity.