1. My heart inclines toward the meadows of Gilq,
And my tears flow down its rivers.

2. My soul is drawn to the flowers of saffron,
When they appear like scattered coins.

3. Groves overflowing with water in their plains,
Blossoming beautifully there and flourishing.

4. You see in them my cloak wandering as though
It and its straps were a polished jeweled sword.