1. The garden's flower smiled when the youth wept,
And the river's lip laughed when the clouds roared,

2. The oryx came to the streamlet and garden of the valley,
Eyes of narcissus saw it from the meadow,

3. The garden's spring adorned its bare neck,
Stringing it a necklace of flowers as it did beautifully,

4. The songbird, choir master of the birds began trilling at dawn,
How many ears were awakened and heedless hearts roused,

5. As if the doves of the valley at dawn were singing maidens,
Trilling on the branches, enlivening reason,

6. As if the buds of the flowers, when they gleamed,
Were swords unsheathed, at hand to be drawn,

7. As if the dewdrops, when they danced playfully,
Were cups of joy where laughter was unveiled,

8. As if the morning breeze, when it blew at dawn,
Carried the spirit of the garden's flower, reviving, getting wet,

9. A morning breeze that conveyed the kindness that was its nature,
From the Creator, as narrated and passed down,

10. A peerless Imam, whose merit cannot be matched,
And how can one match what surpasses all merit?

11. The epitome of generosity, glory’s lion, truly the bosom friend of glory,
The maker and protector of the eminent, whom neither protector nor giver can equal,

12. He has a serenity that only the sea can suggest,
So neither clouds nor rain can describe it, as generosity draws from it,

13. No fault in it save that his excessive giving,
Has almost made frugality seem praiseworthy,

14. Awe-inspiring, if a lion of the thickets scented it,
It would cower in fear, as a child cowers,

15. Dear to him is honor, in which there is pride and loftiness,
Thus all honor below his is lowliness,

16. He was accustomed to excellent manners from the time of his cradle,
So he came, as you have sensed, O vinegar,

17. With manners and character that shame the full moon and the morning breeze,
Radiant, flowing wherever the stream flows sweetly,

18. He is the jewel, beside which the world’s adornments
Became transient, perishing, with no equal,

19. To him Allah granted success in piety as his commerce,
And his profit, praise, and work, supererogation,

20. Through him my glory was exalted, through him my status grew,
Through him my resources lasted, through him my aspirations rose,

21. My glory through him became glory, my times through him became clear,
My honor through him became honor, my nobility through him became noble,

22. So he remains in enduring honor, for time immemorial,
And lofty glory that no mind can grasp,

23. And he remains in intimacy upon the minbar, whenever
The son of Fathullah recites his praises,

24. And however much Al-Qumri sang in his laments,
The garden's flower smiled when the youth wept.