1. A night amidst the days of youth,
Its stars are in the image of loved ones,

2. Its dress, the locks of abstinence,
Its crescent in the gap of clouds,

3. Like the splendor of Noon from the Book,
In a saffron robe on the prayer niche,

4. Or the edge of a sword from its sheath,
I have folded it in sending away for blame,

5. And the dawn's eyebrow without veil,
Laughs while the darkness is in dissolution,

6. By the sanctity of manners!
And frequent display without heed,

7. Did I not say that affection is through gaining,
If it was not innate from loved ones?