1. Wisdom has come to us in a hidden decree,
Concealing it is elucidation for those of restraint,

2. And the sun is standing at the first of its doors,
Its rays apparent for their illumination,

3. And its overturning ray has no shade,
The King of Kings and the top of its corona,

4. And the crescent moon shining its light,
Full and it is the brightest illuminator,

5. Look redness in the whiteness as if it is
Afterglow appearing behind it is dawn,

6. And after it Mercury split of sound,
Buried in it and its lightning flash,

7. And the green lote tree, its sweat is moist,
Passed by the dew and the sleeper is watered by it,

8. And the blossoming flower at its door,
And it has amidst symbols a scream,

9. In the essence of colors and it is hidden,
And through it souls embody,

10. A maiden impregnated by the breath of His spirit,
An angel fulfilled by His breathing of phantoms,

11. And likewise vine intoxicated when ascending,
So a stallion is completed by its pollination,

12. And all natures need me,
Until fulfillment and from me reform,

13. My nature coldness and aridity birthed,
From me worries and from me joys,

14. I water and fertilize then I sow,
As the farmer means to his planted land,

15. And the harvest of my planting like my seed outward,
From me and in me honesty and righteousness,

16. And for me is the bottle and it is an obscure secret,
And oil and lamp and lantern.