1. I am not one who praises, even if a dove
Calls upon you, the chief of faith, in every assembly

2. With praise that the garden wishes to spread its tale
And rouses the lover's passion, enamored

3. It makes the shoulders of men relax as if
It were thyme or smoking incense holders

4. You have excelled the breasts of the Samhari people in help
And have inclined towards the one with the fluttering glance

5. And you were excellent in protecting the absent one, so you were excellent
Channels dug between a heart and a saying