1. The wind rustles the rose gardens,
And the morning breeze stirs the hyacinth boughs.

2. The stream etched by the enraptured clouds,
As if a bracelet inlaid with pearls.

3. The meadow is strewn with flowers to delight us,
Like a gathering place with carpets spread.

4. The radiant faces smile within,
While their narcissus glances flirt and tease.

5. The pony prances playfully amidst the orchards,
Frolicking as the branches whip.

6. The rose expands by the morning breeze like a charm,
As if rouged lips blown with a kiss.

7. The birds hover above the hyacinth boughs
As though their nesting fear had shed their feathers.

8. Time smiles at the cups’ laughter,
Allowing revelry and celebration.

9. Our horizons don in the rain's glittering gowns,
Drenched with dripping beads.

10. With censors burnt and wine freely poured.
Ask no questions about our emptying flasks,

11. For today calls not for reproof but rejoicing!