1. No garden has ever blossomed from every bud,
Like the ever-radiant stars lighting up the darkness.

2. The throng of clouds weep over it when shaded,
And it returns at dusk with sweet scent spread.

3. The artery of the cloud rains crimson upon it,
With a hero whose sweetness could not compete.

4. It sips it up and the sip echoes loudly,
As the mouths of vines open widely at dawn.

5. No messenger came from two abodes one evening,
Staining the breaths of gardens along with the zephyr.

6. No perfumed musk was stored and sealed,
Whose essence of ambergris grayed.

7. More delightful than it or a scent more fragrant,
I would present to you if to please you I wished.

8. To you, keeper of affection who does not neglect,
Or loosen the ties of loyalty that bind me.